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Posted by johnamor | Filed under Rants, Trash
This tends to happen when I take my coffee a little too late, hoping to squeeze a twenty-fifth… twenty-sixth hour out of a day. My head is racing from the brew, but my eyeballs haven’t drunketh of the same cup. This is either a flaw of strategy or of design.
Note: Invent eyeball coffee. Market as “Coffee for Your Eyeballs” to avoid confusion.
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The logo for Element shoes looks, to me anyway, like the Red Horse logo.
Yesterday, I burnt my left hand a bit, cooking smoked milkflish. Worth it.
My wife is enjoying REM sleep. Why can’t I have nice things?
She asked me what my five favorite words were yesterday: Geosynchronicity. Anachronistic. Ersatz. Pastiche. Zeitgeist.
Watching Fast 5 (if that’s the title) with her and a coupla friends this Wednesday. I forget how that happened.
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Eyeball coffee should come in five blends: Cinnamon. Oak. Mint tea. Denim. And teal.
Tags: insomnia
