I'm making the switch back from Facespace to Twitter. I have plugged in all my news outlets, and then some. That should keep me off Facespace, and away from conflict. People are ugly, I want no part of them. You people aren't ugly. You people are pretty. I like you all, you can stay.
I have a huge swollen spider bite on my forearm. It itches like mad. The first day it wasn't swollen, and I mistook it for a bedbug bite. But on the second day, it got big and the itching didn't go away, it got worse. I hope I squished that motherfucker in my sleep. Big itchy lump on my arm, driving me crazy. Rarr.
I finally got to watch Cosmos. Brilliant. I noticed the Right went off on Twitter about it last night. What did they think? Tyson was going to continue Carl Sagan's legacy by dispelling all those pesky evolution myths? I mean, really. Science, people. I know it seems new, but it's actually hundreds, maybe even, dare I say, thousands of years old. Deal with it. Way to go, Seth McFarlane.
If I make a fresh pot of coffee, I am pretty much guaranteed to lay down, it always happens that way. But this stale coffee is really awful. I should eat something, I've been on a starvation thing, I realized. I just simply haven't been eating for no real reason. It just never occurs to me.
I have a list of work to do, sitting here, written in red and teal according to priority, in a spiral notebook that I spilled a cup of coffee on last week. And I am ignoring it. Though it's hard. The thing is in my periphery.
And for some reason, I am currently driven to chain smoke. The only thing stopping me is that I have no smokes stuffed.
I think I'll make that pot of coffee and actually try to stay up. If I smoke outside, I'll stay up. It's when I smoke in the kitchen that I get tired because that is where I smoke when I get up in the middle of a nap.