Welcome back, Kat!

If none of you guys controls the universe, can you please tell me who does? I'm trying to de-bug a working-on-another-computer simulation (which means, it doesn't have any mistakes. This computer just doesn't like it) and I can't fix the not-broken thing in any way that will please the "golem" and an intervention from the controller-of-the-universe may help. Maybe. Thanks.

[Edit: my post # has the consecutive digits, but not in order. Similar to the simulation. I see a pattern here. Maybe my compiler controls the world. That could actually explain a few things]

If the janitor at work tells me I look sexy, again, we're going to have to have an uncomfortable conversation. It's creepy.

I had the guy at the fish counter try to flirt with me when I was buying salmon last week. I. Don't. Think. So.

DH gets to buy the fish from now on.

Hee! Shoes with their own party.

I'm wearing shoes that make my feet kinda stinky when I take them off, so I'm too embarassed to go shoe shopping tonight.

I can't believe they're going to let the Hubble die. That sucks.

Well, the budget hasn't gone through. Yet.

Mom cut mine two days ago and razored the back...she's letting hers grow out again, despite the fact that she loves the thought of the Soul of The Seventies mix.

Damn! Pink, shiny and dragon flies. I'm in love with your shoes, Lisa!

Could you also make someone else get the work I'm supposed to do today?

Yes. But only if I controlled the universe.

Hi Nilly!!

Now that I can't control the universe, I may as well go get a pedicure instead.

Sounds like a plan. I should get lunch at some point.

Well, the budget hasn't gone through. Yet.

That's true. The whole budget gets me upset. More guns, less healthcare, foodstamps, etc....

Okay, Jessica, I got the pedicure covered. You got lunch covered. Who's gonna take the nap?

Who's gonna take the nap?

Right now, I'd bet money that it will be my brain.

Not yet, stalker.

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