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Thursday. I shoulda seen it coming. Yesterday�s pissandmoan-y-ness, the brain farts, the obvious hormonal turmoil, and the changing weather�today, the migraine. I�ve had all of the hangover, but none of the fun. Taken a beating without even a good fight tale to tell. Geez, these things are all the more awful, because they�re not even decent diary fodder. But I do promise that although I may not be any more mature than I was yesterday, I�ll at least try to act it. Sorta. Not really. As proof, here�s my latest adventure in decorating, my 10x10 shrine to fundom, the home office: And yes, it is my amazing telekinetic power keeping those lunchboxes on the wall. As my powers grow, so shall my collection, to eventually encircle the room. If the brain farts would abate, maybe I could remember where I put my Dynamite with Shaun Cassidy and Chewbacca on the cover. It�s currently in A Safe Place, right along with a few issues of Bananas, so they will turn up when I�m 73 or move out of this house, whichever comes first. Next prey: A Dark Shadows board game. My neighbor had one, and I�ve coveted it for 30 years. If you�re gonna sin, then at least be able to purchase said sin on eBay. I need the game, and I need a Spudtrooper. Son bought the last one at Maul Mart and refuses to share. Hubby�s working late tonight. Funny, we were getting along so well last night. Just when I was beginning to lose faith in the sheer entertainment value of the human race, this winner comes along: Artist Binds Feet in Desert, Loses Key
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