You come for me like this, in my own timeline…

I can have some Japanese workbooks, as a treat

ah yes, the ongoing dread of opening wanikani and having 100+ reviews

Purl Soho has nice yarn--for baby stuff you may want to go cotton but you know better what they're looking for

Not sure who's having a worse morning, the cats who are confined to the bathroom waiting for the mobile vet or me, who had to betray their trust so utterly

A tweet: Axe Murder @mccarthyjames all of my plans for the future involve me waking up tomorrow with a sudden sense of discipline and adherence to routine that i have never displayed even once in my life

I just got straight murdered by this. Like it didn’t just attack me, I am now dead

Logged into wanikani for the first time in oh awhile and yup, time to reset so I don't have to do 600+ reviews

Yup today is a bad brain day

NO

Ask me after we finish the pack in our fridge

*hugs*

I was so brave and only screamed a little before I escorted the very large parson spider outside

WHEN MY DAUGHTER TELLS ME I WAS NEVER PUNK I say, honey, my being alive is punk. I made my life out of grudges when I saw the odds placed against me, when my role was to marry a man who'd kill me and give me my hot young death, a guy named Charles who would have and nearly did - the day I said fuck you and threw his keys in the snow? That was punk. When I called a nice guy who'd loved me steady and thought what if I can try staying alive, that was punk; when I had my last drink and surrendered the scene, that too was punk, and yes I miss the me who would be dead because I was a bottle rocket, a pipe bomb of a good time but my being alive is the middle finger I never put down- I did not let these days go by, I clawed each one from dirt, and when I get my nails done I am stockpiling weapons, when I buy groceries, when 1 gas up the car, I am threatening to survive long enough to piss off a million awful people to be alive in spite of, I am promising to stay flagrantly alive...

My God, this is the best poem I've read in months. "When My Daughter Tells Me I was Never Punk," by Jessica Walsh. (Sorry the alt text doesn't go all the way to the end, but you can find the poem online.)

Such a good cat

YOUR ENEMIES LAMENT YOUR VERY EXISTENCE. DO YOU HAVE MEDICINE YOU NEED TO TAKE?

Automatically this becomes Bi Thirst Awareness Week.

"a salary of $68,000" jfc even in 1996 you are being paid way way too little for your spy skills!

Watching the Mission Impossible movies from the beginning and *clearly* the IMF is not paying its operatives enough if they keep going rogue for $$$

truly

They either need to update their website or train their people better because you can request removal according to their written policies

It also leaves out the part of their policy where they will remove fanfiction at the author's request

I mean look at this, thanks for absolutely nothing

Image of an email from a student asking if sources "from the late 1900s" are acceptable.

I will never recover from this student email.

Stay safe! The rain seems really bad in NYC right now