Mon, 17 Apr 2017

Never. Sleeping. Again.

Woke last night to the sensation of something scurrying across my abdomen. Swatted instinctively, felt a handful of… something. Carried it into the bathroom, hit the light, and found a dead centipede in my hand.

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The Magic Word:
Which planet is closest to the sun? (hint -- it's Mercury...)

Several years ago, some smart businessmen had an idea: Why not build a big
store where a do-it-yourselfer could get everything he needed at reasonable
prices? Then they decided, nah, the hell with that, let’s build a home
center. And before long home centers were springing up like crabgrass all
over the United States.
— Dave Barry, “The Taming of the Screw”