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Absolutely. I've been dealing with it for decades.

I *definitely* don't have a drawer full of sleep medication that does absolutely nothing to help my insomnia. /s

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I really hate the movie trope of just *showing* a bottle of pills indicating that someone is on psych meds and them not reaching to take them indicates they are having an episode.

Like, maybe they're having a good day with their IBS and *aren't* shitting their guts out?

You deserve a medal.

Celery Was the Avocado Toast of the Victorian Era Stored in fancy vases, and served in the Titanic's first-class cabin. There were days when celery was not just boring crudité, but a luxury.

And let's not forget its classist history:

tastecooking.com/celery-was-t...

It's the aspic of vegetables.

Low-calorie, nutrient-free, culinary lawn clippings.

Potato salad? Potatoes with celery and mayo

Chicken salad? Chicken with celery and mayo

Egg salad? Egg with celery and mayo

Awful. Celery is objectively the worst vegetable.

Dear The Midwest:

Stop putting celery in everything you refer to as a "salad."

Thank you.

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It also used to be wetland. In fact, there's a spot in my yard near where I took this sample that Google maps still has a pond visible.

A mason jar filled with water and dirt settling after being shaken 6 hours prior. It shows only 2 layers: clear water and clay

Now that the ground has thawed, I took the opportunity to take a soil sample from a particular section of my yard in order to roughly determine its composition. This is what it looks like after 6 hours.

Pretty sure I just dug up pure clay.

A phone screenshot of an incoming scam call with a text to speech response of BLOOD repeated ad nauseum

Man, setting up text to speech to respond to scammers is one of my top 5 ideas.

Verdict is in on wife's perception of the new kefir flavors.

Apple: "Not bad!"
Strawberry: "Tastes like rotten garbage water"

Two leather cups for dice games

I've been playing too much kcd2. Decided to make two leather dice cups. I regret nothing.

I dreamt of many disparate scenarios (racing in motorized school desks, a black market soda ring, cremating my uncle via roasting him on coals, etc.) The only consistency between them was that myself or someone else always found a reason to say "We're gonna meet Jesus on the moon!"

Best of luck with the zaps. They're the worst.

Leather belt pouch with "Niihka's Good Boy! Treats" burned on the front snapping flap.

Niihka's been picking up some bad behaviors, so I need to get back to training him. Needed a pouch to wear on my belt for treats as we go on walks or just around the house, so I made this.

On my way into work today, I saw an enormous, jacked up truck that was covered in skulls and shit with giant Gothic letters emblazoned across the back that spelled out "BETTY WHITE".

I just thought y'all should know that.

I dreamt I was teaching my wife boolean logic as we searched for a car crash that killed a student from my high school as we sat over a pit of spiders in my grandparent's basement while a mourning ceremony took place in the room next to us for the mascot of a local warehouse.

My wife once had this conversation with me while I was asleep:

"Bad dog."

"We don't have a dog."

"Bad dog."

"Why is the dog bad?"

"Smells."

"What?"

"Anime titties."

Yes, sleep talking can be fun.

Apparently, in my sleep last night, I said the following:

"Genetically modified mac and cheese is the best."

A brand new scythe propped against a wall

My birthday present arrived and has been assembled. Custom made and finished with a centuries' old wood sealant recipe. It's a shame it's the middle of January and I can't justify using it right now. I've got the scythe itch.

Disbanding ICE and holding every ICE agent accountable for their crimes in a court of law is the moderate position.

FIRE CUBE

FIRE CUBE

A thing I like on here is that the active user base is small enough that I know Mark Cuban gets to see some Leninist anonymous furry account destroy him

I have an "obsolete" computer. They gave me the option of "postponing" my OS transition for another year. They're really on the ball about it.

It was an emotional, somber affair.

Couldn't sleep last night. Tasks completed:

1). Refiltered water kefir
2). Fed kefir tanks
3). Set a couch on fire
4). Started working on a talisman for a gift
5). More electrolysis
6). Cleaned and fixed my printer

Maximum productivity.

Update to the salmon candy canes: After spending the time consuming half of one, I've pinpointed the flavor exactly.

It tastes like dandelion essential oil after rubbing a sardine on your upper lip.