compulsive

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Isis is howling her fool head off. There's food in the bowls and water. I have no idea why she's being such a pill.

And soon to dayjob. But it's Friday!

Not starting the day from a good place. Hurt, a bit angry, and my head hurts. Fuck you, Friday.

Which reminds me, need to scrape pennies together to make sure Isis gets spayed before anything untoward happens.

Kickstarter - Between Heaven & Hell Exhibition: kck.st/bVQurq Down to the last 30 days.

National Ignition Facility at Lawrence Livermore Lab is talking about having a successful full scale ignition this year. Look, Poppa Bear!

Going to lunch shortly. Finally. Gods, this day!

I feel like a classicist trapped in a land of horrible post modernist crap.

I swear to Crom, half these calls for art feel like scams to fleece artists of their cash.

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Locals: Girl Scout Cookies

Okay, folks. The cookie selling has officially begun. Who wants Girl Scout Cookies? Cookies are $4 a box.

If you need your fix, the Mouse is your pusher of choice. You can email me, the Momma, the Mouse's mule, at angela.n.hunt at gmail dot com. We'll make your delivery in a plain unmarked brown paper bag.

I'm now gonna go snort a box of Thin Mints.