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The End of the World

If you're being chased by a police dog, try not to go through a tunnel, then on to a little seesaw, then jump through a hoop of fire. They're trained for that.

My boy wanted a 'submarine' bed to replace his recently destroyed 'car' bed. Simultaneously I decided I didn't want to spend the money every couple of years buying shit he would eventually tear up, and my wife wanted to get him into something more suitable to last until he left the house. Working in concert, we picked out a boys bed, sketched out a submarine in place of the unfinished 'underwater' mural, and created our version of his submarine bedroom:

He seems to like it. I incorporated the HVAC intake vent into the conning tower, and my wife found some reflectors to use as the periscope. The oscilloscope, bar-graph, and buttons are all done with glow-in-the-dark paint.

I took the money, I spiked your drink
You miss too much these days if you stop to think
You led me on with those innocent eyes
And you know I love the element of surprise
In the garden I was playing the tart
I kissed your lips and broke your heart
You, you were acting like it was the end of the world

Reason #42 why portable mp3 players should be licensed:

I was outside having a scooby-snack with galinda822 and we heard singing. We both turned to see a bare-chested man in sandels and shorts with a backpack on singing 'Till There Was You' from the musical The Music Man. Weird.

All women are beautiful. ALL women.
--Gene Simmons

I dreamed cenedrawood lived in a mobile home outside Rhome, Texas. She looked like a teenaged version of Starbuck from BSG. Then I dreamed that I was working triage at a Korean facility which had been hit with some form of trauma. I had to stabilize every one before taking cover by keeping the unconscious warm. I got everyone settled then went to shelter until whatever was happening was over. When I got back to my patients, all of them were fine, except Republic of Korea Air Force Sergeant Moon. I unwrapped his head and took his temperature. I had a real doctor with me this time. The temperature read 178-degrees. That couldn't be right! I double checked, same temperature. I was getting a feeling of foreboding as I changed mode on the digital readout thermometer. I scanned his forehead again. The readout was unmistakable: "SEVERE BRAIN DAMAGE." I couldn't believe that I was the one responsible for this man's death. He may have been unconscious at the time, but he didn't require external heating to keep him alive like the others, and I had all but killed him.

Hired one guy and have two interviews setup for tomorrow, one for Friday, hoping to hire two more guys before the end of this month. I'm out in just over a week, for another 10-days, and another of my staff is out during the same 10-day period. Very short staffing coming up. Every little bit helps. It will be nice to be flush with help.
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