I need a freaking vacation from my world. It might be seasonal change madness, which I always get, it might be the things that have been in my head.
From yesterday:
A gunshot broke the silence at Provo's library and scared patrons Monday. The woman who fired the shot told those in the library she was having a bad day.
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They're not sure if they're going to put her in jail. They're trying to decide if she's mentally disturbed or "just" drunk or what. Note that no one is too incensed that she was packing a gun in a public library. One of the commenters is saying "well, if more people were allowed to carry guns, someone would have been in a position to deal with her."
These are my neighbors! That is my library! I'm sick of these people!
I have no DVR (hell, I don't have cable TV), and no dishwasher. I will never ever give up my cell phone.
These are my neighbors! That is my library! I'm sick of these people!
Blow em away, connie!! Err, so to speak.
Blow em away, connie!! Err, so to speak.
I do own a gun. But I'd rather just snarl at them sullenly. Or not see them at all.
I once shot a book in Provo just to see it....um...become holey.
I have a dishwasher and a DVD recorder. I guess I'd give up the dishwasher first since I don't cook. Although I hate washing glasses, and that's what I'd mostly have to wash, so maybe not.
I like not having a cell phone. It forces a couple of my friends to actually make plans in advance, which is useful. Maybe twice a year I think, "a cell phone would be useful right now." Whereas the dishwasher is useful just about every week, and the DVD recorder is useful... probably every other week, on average.
That's terrible, connie! That's why I can't carry a gun, because I would misuse it while having a bad day, or while stuck in traffic.
Love my dishwasher and really miss the garbage disposal I don't have.
Random interruption for a dream report:
I remember almost nothing of my big long dream last night, except the very very end, which involved cats and maybe dogs and other fuzzy mammals. At which point tommyrot unexpectedly popped up and said something extremely clever, at which point Daisy Jane unexpectedly popped up and said, "Well put, tom -- you're going to heaven for that! I just called, and they said you're getting in on the wittiness clause."
I once shot a book in Provo just to see it....um...become holey.
And now you're in jail listening to the trains go by. Serves you right.
