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Gift box

Two days ago we learned that, after today, Brian would no longer have a job. On that same day we found this out, my Mom sent a box of toys and stuff for HGB. He and I were playing with the toys and watching “Thomas the Tank Engine” and I figured that, since all the [...]

… with a whimper.

It’s only fitting that I cap off NaBloPoMo with a final backdated post about nothing. When this month started, I had a job and was not on the verge of complete mental collapse. Ha! Ha.

“sliding scale.”

CON: As of Monday, my redundancy will have made ours a zero-income household for the time being.
PRO: Maps exhibit at the Field Museum!
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Distinct possibility

So, there’s an excellent chance I’ll have a job by the end of the day. I don’t want to go too far into it, obviously, but I will say that it’s a librarian job at a school on the extreme south side. I will most certainly let everyone know if I come across a man [...]

ah, yes.

So Squanto’s Revenge had begun to retreat by the time this morning came around, which was nice because I really needed to get back to work and discover I won’t have a job after the end of this week.
But I ate a whole salad at lunch. So that was nice.

day three

We’re up to 72 hours of crippling nausea and a lower intestinal condition I’ve taken to calling “Squanto’s Revenge,” in honor of its proximity to Thanksgiving, and it hasn’t improved nearly as much as I’d have liked.
Observations:

Though their active ingredients are exactly the same, Kaopectate has proven significantly less ineffective than Pepto-Bismol. I can only [...]

wince for the camera

So yes, there was that whole thing with the near-crippling nausea and the family portrait, and what you get when you add those two things together is the following:

I’d have already decided to send this one out as our XXX-mas card this year if it weren’t for the understated grace of this:

It’s worth at least [...]

fire down below

Remember that thing I said about the crippling nausea having not yet developed into any other tangible gastrointestinal symptoms? You can go ahead and disregard that, as ever since some time last night I’ve found myself moving swiftly to the generalized toiletological area, and man, it is just flat-out Blackwater U.S.A. down there.
Remind me to [...]

the hand that sucks the ass

Wow, so “The Hand That Rocks The Cradle” is on this fine evening, and man, I seem to remember thinking Rebecca De Mornay was some kind of hot shit when I saw this in the theater at age 16, but wow, she totally looks 40.
And man, this smiley guy with the dyed-looking beard, the guy [...]

gross.

Can a person be said to have a stomach bug when one is not actually vomiting? Or having the vomits down south? Whatever that is, that’s what the fuck I’ve come down with. I am the last person in the house to come down with this. While I’m extremely pleased with the not vomiting, the [...]

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