I finally caught up on Night Vale, and now I can't bear to wait another two weeks!

I do find that I have a hard time paying attention. Not that it's not engaging, but that I'm just a terrible listener. I need to be doing something or else I'll keep clicking to another page. Which has lent itself to me cycling through mindless games of mindsweeper/hearts/solitaire/freecell/mahjong while I listen.

I've been cracking up at the horror stories that turn out to be adverts for Red Lobster and such, and the delicious terror of a Story About You and the faceless woman who lives in my house. But man, this last one was truly disturbing. I wonder if it has something to do with what happened in the two-parter sandstorm.

Also, that it was still Cecil Baldwin doing the voice of the teenager was meta-hilarious.

I was so pleased in my catching up to find that Astrid was intern!Dana, and I hope they get a better voice actor for Carlos. The guy for Kevin was disturbingly chipper in a perfect way, though.

I'm not comfortable having that much cash lying around.

I'm thinking enough cash to get by for a week.

Probably needs to be small bills, huh?

signed,
May or May Not Have Cash From Wedding Gifts Still in the Safe in the Office

Maybe disbelief has already been expressed about the latest Charmin TP commercial, but it was bad enough before, but now they're using "sex sells" in regards to poop paper?

Man, when your expectations rise, only to be dashed.

The woman at the cash register was really interested in the tee shirt I'm wearing today, reading it slowly out loud. As she finished, she asked "So! You're into racing?"

The smirk I wore as I said "No, I'm into Winchesters." was epically sour, but I don't think she noticed.

reading it slowly out loud. As she finished, she asked "So! You're into racing?"

As someone into racing, whyyyyyyyyy?

Though I kinda want that shirt. Reminds me of Dead Horse Racing (because you can't beat a Dead Horse) growing up.

Probably needs to be small bills, huh?

Probably.

When I moved here, I realized that I was doing long driving spells and "hid" both the cash for a full tankful of gas and then enough for a place to stay and some food behind things in my wallet. It's only really hidden in the sense that I never, ever count it as money I have on me. But if anything happened like my card suddenly couldn't be read by a machine, I know I could always be safe and get home. The grown up equivalent of sticking an extra $20 in my little case with my id when I went dancing in college. Safety money.

Tep, Zen, I'll say you were with me, taking a drive to not see the Grand Canyon

There's a small stash of cash in my office. If only I knew where it was.

my mom just sent me $60 cash in the mail. And I have an ounce of gold somewhere. I'll fill the gas tank up tomorrow, and that will be the extent of my preparation (see also: Tropical Storm Karen prep.)

I don't think I even have laundry money.

Thanks for clarifying my mind for me, everyone. I will leave my stocks alone and get some cash tomorrow. And then nothing will happen. Probably. Right?