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Chocolate fig ice cream!

Good night frozen pilgrims. Good night eternal buffython. Good night elbow rape kitty. Good night sad, stupid day.

Advil. Tea. Wine. The migrane trifecta.

Argh.

Good morning weird dreams. Good morning cereal. Good morning phone that rings too early because the east coast never remembers.

'When the phone rings, why does someone always say, 'Is that the phone?'

Reading an amusing culture critic. I wonder if I have no propensity to get worked up over things or if maybe this guy isn't a little bitchy.

is so not used to the cold anymore. When did that happen?

Stop crying or your tears will turn into bicycles.

Watching Jeff & Jes play Little Big Planet. Jeff's head is on crooked. Jes has a pink wig, mustache, zebra tail & feathers out of her head.

The buffython continues....

Good night dead soda garden. Good night giant cookie heap. Good night excessive remote pile.

is considering betrothal to the NyQuil. At least until I feel better. But don't tell the NyQuil. It gets sad when I get fickle.

'Ugh. Why?! Why does it have to taste like that?!' 'Babies. It's because of the babies.'

wonders what the human threshold for weird is. How much weird can happen before one accepts the weird as being normal? Supersaturation?

'If anything unusual happens, please feel free to contact me, I will do our best to solve it.' ANYTHING unusual? You're asking for it.

and Jes are continuing the Buffy and Angel marathon, waiting for our sicks to vacate our persons.

Come to Kenya. We've got earworm. Forget Norway.

'By the curious standard of the GDP, the nation's economic hero is a terminal cancer patient who is going through a costly divorce.'

Light box victory!

and Jes have acquired light box materials, food, and buggy eye stalk sheep. Bonus round!

is reading I'm a Stranger Here Myself.

and Jes are now into the part of the Buffy marathon where we must flip flop between episodes of Angel. We's har'core.