Sage

sage

I don't believe in astrology but I do know the basics of it and I cannot keep myself from reading things that are maybe supposed to be funny. So today I saw a thing of "astrology signs as spices", and for Pisces it had sage, noting that it was "weird as fuck and pretty much only used for magic". And I mentally said "also sausage". Then I thought about a specific ex of mine, who was kind of batshit insane, and also a Pisces. And wow, that one kind of fits, especially with the edit.

Squirrels get thirsty, too. He got some strong toes.

somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert

Somewhere in the vicinity of Greensboro, NC there is a big billboard by the interstate that says

THIS IS

MAGA

COUNTRY

and there must be something really wrong with people down there. How has no one managed to sneak up at night and change "MAGA" to "BAT" yet?

cat show

midnight

me: if I fall asleep right this minute I can get five and a half hours of sleep before I get up for work

12:15 am

me <staring angrily into the dark>

12:30 am

me <finally starting to drift off a little, still angry>

12:45 am

my cats: IT'S TIME FOR A RODEO! WE'RE GONNA HAVE WRASSLIN' AND RACIN', RIOT AND RUMPUS! WE'LL DO A SPECIAL HALFTIME ACROBATICS EXHIBITION ROUTINE AND CONFIRM THAT GRAVITY STILL WORKS! THEN IT'S BACK TO CHAOS AND PANDEMONIUM WITH RUNNING AMOK IN A BARREL-RACING GRAND FINALE! YEEEEEE-HAAAAAAW!

me: FML <pulling pillow over face>

supportive

Dear facebook, meta, whatever you are today:

Sorry about the voodoo doll. I don't really believe in things like that but it seems about as likely to help me get through and get an answer as my many, many attempts to contact support through the links you have so carefully hidden on your site have been. I didn't need my account to apparently self-destruct; you didn't need any funny stuff with little poppets with ear trumpets and pins and needles and candles. But here we are.

Yeah, the person posting isn't the customer and the grocery store doesn't care what the potatoes think, but what happens when they can't get potatoes any more?

Update: I never got through to any kind of support, and did lose about 2/3 of what I had posted there, and nearly everything since 2016. I hate Facebook so fucking much. I hope Mark Zuckerberg gets bedbugs for the rest of his cheap-ass life.

misdirection

Two of the past three nights it has felt like I had someone else's dreams, someone maybe very unhappy or worried. Someone had died, someone I didn't know, in a dream full of people I didn't know, and the not-me supposed to be dreaming was very sad. The next night the first person dreamer, who again was not me, was attempting suicide. Very strange and knocked me off balance the days after it happened. Last night, at least, I was back to my own dreams about people I knew with a first person dreamer who was actually me in a dream that was only normal-dream weird and not particularly unhappy.

Anyway if anyone is missing these dreams I saw them but have no idea how to send them back home.