Fact: I need to sweep the floor and I am procrastinating.
Fact: I have 2 squares of 76% cocoa dark French chocolate left. Somehow, that bar’s lasted 5 days.
Fact: There is a pile of turkey feathers on the daybed.
Fact: There has been a spider in the corner for a couple months, and I’ve just let it be because it looks like the kind that will launch itself at you.
Fact: I have a sleepy kitten cutting off the circulation in my legs.
Fact: I don’t care because he is adorable.
Fact: If I did have KFC the sleepy kitten in question would steal it from me as if he thought he were gaining possession of the hope diamond or something.
Beer cannot be bad for you. I drink it every day and the next day after every day I wake up just as good as the day before every day.
You can’t argue with that.
So why is it not a fact?
FACT: This time next week, I’ll be on a plane for my 20th trip to Japan since October 2001.
FACT: This is the first time that I’m taking my sons.
FACT: And mother.
FACT: But not my Japanese S.O.
FACT: Fourteen hours on a plane with two 12 years olds will not be fun.
FACT: I’m thirsty, probably because I just finished a bowl of All Dressed Frito Lay Ruffles. I think the skin is coming off of my tongue, and I have had two cans of Coke Zero in the last three hours already.
FACT: I have a Japanese exam tomorrow that I haven’t even cracked a book for. But at least my new Hunter is 18th level.
[edited to fix a typo]
Fact: My sister-in-law is cooking dinner, stew. It’s starting to smell good.
Fact: There is no beer in the house.
Fact: I’m going on a beer run.
Fact 1: I’m in at work already.
Fact 2: It’s not quite 6:30 am local time
Fact 3: I brought in a chicken sandwich.
Fact: I don’t like what they make at the KFC. I’ve tried but I just don’t.
Fact: the sushi-or-whatever that they fed us in a meeting last week was terribly dry, I hope that’s not what it was supposed to be like.
Fact: Chinese trattorias sell pizza.
Fact: I’d like to know why do I keep thinking about food.
Fact: I’m going to go grab a half-liter coke (which I shouldn’t have) from the soda machine and pray I don’t spill it on the keyboard again.
Fact: today we had a meeting to see what everybody is doing and whether we expect to be done “on time”. Everybody kept answering “I hope” to “so, are you going to be able to do it this week?” and the boss finally declared we have “too much hope, very little faith and not enough love. Anybody has candles? We probably should light one.”
Fact: These antibiotics are really awful and making me sick.
Fact: Despite feeling sick, I also feel hungry.
Fact: Because of feeling hungry, I have been eating really bad food.
Fact: Cheeto fingerprints do not come out of sofa upholstery.
Fact: No, sushi is not supposed to be dry.
Fact: It was probably old, and therefore to be avoided!
Fact: I would welcome the opportunity to take Nava for good sushi.
Fact: There’s no good leering smiley on the SDMB.
Fact: Cerowyn is hitting on Nava
Fact: I’m jealous
Fact: Two nights ago I had cybersex with a woman almost three times my age.
Fact: I feel like a mimbo
Dude, ixnay onaway ethay obviousaway.
Fact: There are no women three times my age alive (although Jeanne Calment was more than three times my current age when she died).
Fact: On the internets, no one knows you’re a dog.
Fact: I am referring to a canine, but as soon as I typed it I realized it sounded insulting.
Fact: Am I just babbling now? Wait, that was a question.