Can’t think of anything - must go to bed. Time to read some more of my excellent book!
I can’t believe Edie Brickell is married to Paul Simon.
Now? Right now? I can be put on the spot like this, not before my coffee kicks in. I need time to think of something funny. Something funny, something funny… wombats? Wombats are funny, right? What are wombats, anyway? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a wombat. Wombat, wombat, wombat. Sounds like something from a Lewis Carrol poem, '…and the wombats mollvered in the tumbaks."
Well, I seem to have run out of steam for now.
I have a headache. I have been at work for 2 1/2 hours and still got 8 more hours to go.
Blargh.
My dad sucks, and why oh why does he have to be back in my life? :resentment:
What I’d really like now is a marzipan baby Jesus.
As well you should be.
I am bored off my rocker. This is a cool conference, unless you’re a vendor. Tomorrow I’ll bring my laptop and put it away during the social worker stampede.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
I’d like a marzipan baby Jesus now, too - are they tasty?
Children who come from money don’t worry about $2 upcharges for brown rice.
I hope my boss gets hit by a meteor.
I really have to pee.
Second degree burns.
Adam Smith.
And… Tesla Coils.
Song lyrics: “There’s something wrong with the world today. There’s meltdown in the skies.” I don’t even like anything Aerosmith’s done recently, and I haven’t heard that song in years, so why does it come up?
Wondering if staring at this iPad on my chest will bug out my eyes so much that I won’t be able to sleep in 5 minutes.
What a paradox that we have to accept something in order to be liberated from it.
Stick a fork in my arse and turn me over, I’m done 
fucking cuntybollocks
I’m thinking “I’m tired but I don’t want to go to bed yet.”
Hats. I thought of hats?
You know, ultrafilter, seeing your post made me think:
C’mon, feel the noise
Girls, rock your boys
And we’ll get mild, mild, mild…
God, I’m lame.