Somewhere between the car and the house I got a double papercut on my finger. I didn't even handle any paper.
"Oh, my lanta."
I can't find my calipers.
The SSL certificate is broken, I know. I'm trying to brain to fix it.
I just had a sudden, overwhelming sensation of the aroma of grilled hotdogs.
lueyfufu suggested that Trump should become a GrumpLog user.
Brain fail.
My body doesn't like any weather conditions where the temperature drops below 50 degrees. Last night, I slept very poorly because of the aches that caused me to toss and turn all night.
A Mormon just reached out to me on Facebook.
Chalk dust gives me headaches.
People keep sending emails containing screenshots of things they want action taken against. Instead of being able to copy/paste the pertinent IDs or whatever, I have to manually type each one - typically a string of 12 digits - into another window.
First-of-the-year e-mail wasn't bad, but now I'm trying to get caught up on Slack, as are the 50 bajillion other people who use Slack, and it's going SOOOO SLOW.
The serpentine belt on my car just slipped off the pulleys for the second time in 2 weeks.
I'm spoiled by the warm climate here, so much that a 50 degree garage is cold.
I just crashed my plane for the third time tonight.
Cognitive failures.
Everything hurts.
Everything is stressing me out right now.
I just had an intense feeling like a snake going up my sleeve.
My video card sucks. If you want to donate to the better-video-card-for-skudd fund, click here. :)
Why do "Big and Tall" shops only cater to the "Big"?
Since last Wednesday, my need for antacids has dramatically increased.
Grackles.
I shall now attempt the acct of sleeping through the day.
(It was 22 hours.)
I am too old for all nighters.
It's going to be at least a 21 hour workday.
Approaching a 17th hour of working.
Every time I call somewhere that has a voice menu system, the recording says something to the effect of, "Please listen to all the available options as our menu has changed". EVERY TIME. Now, I'm seeing similar things for privacy notices on sites I've never previously visited.