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Last night I dreamed about my friend Joanne. She’s a teacher, but in my dream she was a…

Last night I dreamed about my friend Joanne. She’s a teacher, but in my dream she was a nurse. The two of us and two of her nurse friends and BRAD PITT were walking to the hospital to get a key, and we stopped to rest. (It was all uphill.) Joanne got mad at me wanting to take a break, so she and her two nurse friends went ahead to look at a bear that was in a fenced-in area just ahead, and BRAD…

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Trust issues

I don’t trust kettle potato chips, and I’ll tell you why. I left a bowl with about a half dozen bbq flavored kettle chips out on the table. They sat there for a week. I kept thinking I would eat them, but I never did. So after a week, I went to throw them away, and on the way across the room to the trash can, because everyone would, and don’t lie because you know you would, too, I took one out…

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Walked around for an hour and a half before I realized my shirt was on inside out. I have several errands to do, but thankfully I felt too effing lazy to do them.

Of course, now that I’ve turned my shirt around properly I have no excuse not to do them.

Instead of saying “minimize” or “maximize” when it comes to computer windows, I usually say “biggify” and “smallify”. That way my not-so-computer-literate friends understand, and they know to click on the “little line in the corner” and to go to the “computer’s real screen”.

Cause everyone knows a desktop is the top of a desk and has nothing to do with computers.

I need a nap.