Books become too heavy to hold before my eye lids become too heavy to stay open.
Ten seconds of frustration. Every night.
On some days, I lose things and find them as I look for other things.
On those days, all I need to do is to find more things to find.
Biking rule 1: Avoid biking over a wing.
Did I have enough whiskey?
Is it whiskey or whisky?
“When I sneeze, I see stars”
An almost romantic line.
Some fungi make me wish that my skin were as smooth as theirs.
Reading Mishima makes me want to take a shower.
Being in a foreign country justifies the act of eating junk food.
When I sent a text message with just one or two letters, I feel ripped off.
So wrong.
Can carnivorous plants spit out things they don’t like?
bvg is a signal for a replacement mouse cap.
My teeth started retracting at the sight of a dental office whose doctor’s name was sixty-six percent filled with Zs.
The more I eat, the better I appreciate the design of lychees.
Impeccable.
Wonder if it would be fun or annoying if people could put comments anywhere on blogs.
I always imagined that it would be nice to be woken up by a crowing rooster.
Then I discovered that a digital crowing rooster gives me a headache and heartache.
Then I actually got woken up by a rooster and realized that I can’t turn it off very easily.
Either way, rooster alarms work very well.
An urban female moth: When a person feeds a fish to a cat on the National Catfish Day, the person would be protected from earthquakes.
There is a mysterious key that I occasionally press by accident that turns my language setting to Kannada.
Pretty cool.
I’m afraid that I will one day eat a tuna with left-over spines.
And no, not the fish.
The slime of cactus makes me miss Japan.
My manual search is so good that Google feels the need to apologize to me. I am flattered but I prefer that you don’t feel that way.