Category: diary

Three rocks; quiet toilet; victory.

The spirit of the yellow parrot is…green.

Wonder if castle owners actually enjoyed having that much space.

Entering a wet season. Must obtain a ground sloth for camping.

In search of amber-trapped mosquitoes.

The only thing I know about storks is not true.

Draining orzo in a colander can be a traumatic experience.

Closing announcement at libraries may be the most depressing thing that happens on a regular basis.

When I see an elk’s butt, I get the urge to pull up its “pants”.

This planet is a clever escape room.

Flip over some lawn and there may be a hidden clue.

Returning from a dental exam:

“Which one is 230?”

“Had no idea you are a shark.”

A possibility of thousands of ticks latching onto my legs was the least of my concern.

They are just thirsty, just like I was.

Do TOTO workers keep TOTO lists?

What makes sense is not necessarily what is right.

Walked out of my stall; saw a person waiting for my stall; saw ten other empty stalls around my stall.

Wonder what it was about my stall that made it special. Should have made another queue outside that stall to find out.

A drinking game: every time a paper says ‘least squares’, have a sip.

It doesn’t happen very often though.

I could be swallowed by an orca during takeoff on a seaplane. Or a humpback whale.

The cow slipped off from a mozzarella container into a river. And then, I became a superwoman.

The cow was fine.

Adding items to a TODO list after doing them makes my nostrils flare a bit.

Properly inflated nostrils.

There ought to be special yoga for recovering from dealing with customer service.

Today, Autumn decided to dust off its winter jacket.