Four cases of soda in my backpack. Yes. Four. And I carried it the whole way home from the store, even though Gremlin wanted to take it a few times.
…I hurt now. I am filled with regret. And warm, bleeding beef, because I got this awful craving for it a little bit ago, and just had to eat. Pain, regret and meat.
I think the waterbed wants to hold me and ease my suffering.
It’s getting to be impossible to find a good keyboard. And by ‘good’, I don’t mean ‘indestructible’ or whatever. I mean ‘has a properly shaped Enter key, and a large backspace key, and isn’t overly large.’
I might also mean ‘doesn’t have all those extra stupid things that break easily’ and ‘has keys of the proper unrigid unsquishiness’, and maybe a few other things.
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I approve, though. Dagon is probably the perfect running mate for Cthulhu — especially if you believe that Dagon is nothing more than an avatar of Cthulhu himself.
Obviously, the image is a link to the store. All the usual stuff is available, but some of it is more perfectly electioney than others — like the pins, and the new Yard Sign, which I think exists especially for the election season.