the locust’s coma has many of the same characteristics seen in people at the onset of a migraine.
It feels nauseous? Sees auras? Can't quite take a normally light level in the room? Has the faint but utterly distinctive beginnings of a throb at the back of one eyeball that the locust knows from past experience is going to turn into STABBITYSTAB if the cycle doesn't stopstopstopOMGSTOPTHISTHINGSOON?
Huh.
Apparently they are finally going to move us out of the sub-sub-sub-basement before the end of the month.
Have you seen digging machines in the parking lot?
Have you seen digging machines in the parking lot?
Morlocks wearing construction hats?
Is Steph around? And has she commented in Carolyn Hax's chat today? There was a response that just sounds like her.
Me Steph? I don't even know who Carolyn Hax is!
Just in case anyone wanted to see a picture of a lion riding a horse: [link]
Here's another one: [link]
Yes, you, and huh. She's an advice columnist who has a weekly chat on the Washington Post website. I should have known it wasn't you because of the errant commas, but there was some sort of vibe there.