I’m disappointed that I’ve never been to London, Paris or Barcelona and, now that I’m less freaked out by crowds, I probably never will. Why?
I may be less freaked out but big clots of humans still give me the willes
I’d need to go in a wheelchair or walker. People are fucking rude motherfuckers—I’m not gonna risk being knocked over. That and Iceland is so damn comfortable. Next visit, Jen and I will rent a car and see more of the country than just our Silica Heaven. Or not. Little known fact (possibly little known), I’m actually a sloth. True!
Both of my parents are currently pushing up daisies. Given this, why am I having a lot of dreams (not unpleasant ones either) about them now? To the best of my recollection I never did when they were alive and kicking. Curious.
We’ve started watching Black Lightening. We’re two episodes in and I’m more interested in his daughter who’s showing superpower signs (super strength, maybe more). Black Lightening’s ex-wife seems to only be cool with him using his powers if he’s saving their daughters. Anyone else’s kids? Nope—not down with that. Selfish much? We’ll watch another ep or three to see if super daughter gets any more screen time.
I just started reading Bill Bryson’s One Summer: America, 1927. Yes, it's, incredibly, not science fiction! My friend Michal recommended it and, so far, with all the talk of early flight history, I’m loving it.
This is
Coco—you may’ve met her before. She likes to stay under the covers in
cold weather. OK, all together now ‘awwww, how CUUUUUTE!’ Feel better
now? I sure do.
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