Beer is going to become an endangered species over here. Yay Sportsball! I hope the Patriots lose.
OK, we’re done with Katie Perry now. Bring back the foozeball!
Ibuprofen: It does the body good.
I don’t eat your Proplan, you don’t get my dinner. Logic for dogs.
I have coffee. I have creamer, I have milk. I have tea. Apocalypse averted.
Putting a song on repeat has always been a thing for me. It helps me get things done and sometimes I just like to listen to the same song over and over again because it reflects the current mood I’m in, or some present feeling.
My current song is this by Sam Smith:
Now if I can just figure out how to get Spottify to repeat a track on the iPhone.
And it looks like
Matt agrees where repeating tracks is concerned. I’m in good company.
BTW, there’s a
great podcast Matt was interviewed on recently. I’ve gotten a lot out of just this episode and will be adding it to the podcatcher.
Radio Free Dishnuts needs to start using Slack.
Not that I’m saying it’s OK to wallow in the shit life throws at you all the time, but to never wallow would be humanly impossible.
And that’s perfectly OK. Afterwords, pick yourself up and continue going forward.
Stuff like this makes me sad and angry at the same time. Those moments when you’re on a date and some stranger walks up and starts a conversation with your companion and not you, and then drives it home by assuming your companion is some sort of caregiver for you and nothing more.
Strangers assume my girlfriend is my nurse.