cleanup on aisle flea

I woke up this morning noticing that my left nostril was dripping (flowing actually) all over the pillow. What the hell, I thought, I'll just let it go on--maybe that'll get rid of some of this congestion. After a couple of minutes of pretty steady flow I thought, wait, the only time my nose releases fluid like this is when it's bleeding. Yep, sure enough I went to look at the bathroom mirror and I looked like something off the cover of Initium. Weird, wild stuff.



OK, that's two disgusting blood-from-the-nose posts I've made in the past few days. I apologize, truly I do.

Had an exceedingly good Monday night and Tuesday morning. I could deal with a mid-week break more often. But coming to work today was like Monday squared or something. I think this is the sleepiest I've ever been at this job. I'm thinking about clamping down on my pinky with a pair of pliers just so the pain will wake me. And, you know, 'cuz I like that shit.

I'll never forget the time in high school when Ms. Templeton found Lonzie Nichols curled up and sleeping in the elevator (reserved for teacher and handicapped use.) She couldn't figure out how he'd gotten in there without a key or why, when she woke him up with a loud "LONzie!!!" he took off running through the halls.

Now be a love and bring us a cup o' tea.

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Cowbell, cowbell, and more cowbell! Lately I keep having discussions about the cowbell. I thought a couple of you might appreciate a link to The Cowbell Project, where you can get a list of songs featuring the cowbell (type "all" in the search box) and hear some samples of songs that didn't originally have cowbell, but have had it added. ("Time in a Bottle"!!!)

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I am the Boggle champion of the Yale UP manuscript editorial department. I put a good old country ass-whoopin' on two editors today, one of whom prides herself on being able to beat anybody. And I got a quick lead and proceeded to stretch it out till they were crying for mercy.

I'm proud to say that I was gracious in victory, of course. One good "BOO YAAA! In yer muthafuggin' FACES!!!" and I was done. No need to rub it in, ya know.