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This morning, after sadly explaining to a coworker that no sea monkeys lived through the birth experience, I actually looked into the tank and, lo and behold, there's two of them there. They're real tiny...must've just started themselves yesterday. Veterans, they are.
Their names, of course, are Rozencrantz and Guildenstern.

This morning, I was walking up to my building and watched a car speed around a corner, catch the curve, blow their tire, and drive away.

I have nothing officially planned for this weekend, so I imagine it will involve some amount of being lazy, shopping, and cooking. It is quickly becoming the only unplanned weekend until New Years.