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Why is it that whenever I have a dream involving some sort of adversary, I spend most of it running and hiding and yelling? I really ought to be cooler in my own dreams...like how Jesse has Sarah-rescuing dreams.

My spiffed new inhaler makes me cough like crazy, but without giving me that cool drag queen voice I usually get along with a cough.

Today is Thursday, which means (follow me here) that tomorrow is Friday and then it's the weekend, and weekends are for snow. Hear that, weather?

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I'm drowing in potatoes over here. (I was going to say I was up to my eyeballs in them, but I couldn't do it. Except I just did. Whoops.) Does anyone need any potatoes? Or apples?

Seriously, it's all produce all the time over here. Why did they think I needed two different kinds of potatoes?