A sewing machine comes to life upstairs, somewhere. Through the 150-year-old walls, its muffled reports strikingly like those of machine gun nests from b&w WWII films.

"More than you know," I tell myself. More than you know.

Just looked up my high school graduating class on Facebook.

I barely recognize everyone... they all look so adult now. :/

One day, one day, America might possibly maybe elect a president liberal enough for Sam and me.

In the meantime, however, it was nice to stay up and watch a major moment in U.S. history. :)

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Part of my secretly wishes that a zombie outbreak would actually occur.

Mayor shuts down home produce stand operated by kids

Didn't I write this article a couple years ago, only as a work of fiction?

Damn it, we had an excellent 5-person lineup for the festival in September, and now people are bailing less than a month away. Grrr.

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Came home from a late-night grocery run this evening to find THIS!


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