I had a crazy dram last night that I had walked out of the store
with two different boots. I was a nightmare. I woke up wanting to check
that my boots matched. As soon as my conscious mind came online, I was
like "You have got to be kidding me. This is what wakes me up from a
sound sleep these days?"
Where do people go to complain when Twitter goes down? ... Ah,
Facebook.
I am reviewing the machine database at work. At some point we had computers named Mothra, Mulder and Sculley. .
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