When habit fails and the cuppy-catchy thingie doesn't end up where it should be under your hi-falutin’ grinder and now you have coffee grounds all over the kitchen. That.

Holy forkin’ shirtballs. —The Good Place

It's powerful. Especially to us midwesterners.

I have never been defeated by a Japanese steakhouse, and yet, here I am, with a box in my hand and my tail between my legs.

Tonight’s lemon drop. In the world. It's a little faint.

My fabulously gay son would similtaneously rejoice and barf.

Are you better off?

You are my hero.

I had night terrors for the longest time; came up with some real lulus for explanations. Until I found the real reason: a movie I saw when I was seven. Who knew. Fortunately, I’ve had all kinds of dream therapy and lucid dream training. So now, they’re all just fun, no matter what happens.

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Sleeping With the Enemy for Tax Purposes.

Black Sunday for Tax Purposes.

Independence Day for Tax Purposes.

You know he’ll be watching

I dreamt I woke up somewhere else, and I was so convinced I was late I looked at my watch to see why the alarms didn't go off. Didn't see anything, so I took my watch off to plug it in. Thing is, I use a blackout sleep mask that was so effective, I couldn't see my real watch. It was fine: 3:30 am.

UNMUTE this is GLORIOUS

Morning, thirst trap.

The game guy?