And, I should mention, Sudden Midnight Home Washing Machine Repair is less annoying than a doctor's office screwing up mental health drugs. I just needed to share the portrait of WTFery going on in my basement at 1 am.

First-world problems, yo.

I'm pretty sure people in Ethiopia and Sri Lanka want to see Wonder Woman's cock.

Side Note: Dear Tim, no sledgehammers after 9pm. This should probably be...I don't know...not a sentence I need to say? But I'm saying it. No hammer whacking after 9.

Oh Steph, what did you do? I'm not sure how I'd react, other than the deeply confused part.

I didn't know it was the washer at first; I figured out the noise was coming from the basement and thought maybe he was...I don't know, hauling hidden scrap metal out? So I stomped over to the stairs and yelled "What is GOING ON?!?!?!?"

Tim said "...uh, sorry. I'm putting the washer back together. Because I took it apart to fix it."

And all I could think of to say was "...okay?" And stomp back to bed clutching my iPod.

It had better be working tomorrow, because I need to do laundry. Which he knows. (I was unaware it needed fixing.) That man, I swear. I love him madly, but...he does the weirdest shit sometimes.

Oh Steph, that sounds about right.

I keep having this thing where I wake up all perky at 5 or 5:30 or so. It's kinda freaking me out. I mean, it's not even light out! How can my brain think it's wakey time?

We are no longer samesies.

That is just wrong. Or healthy. Either way, I am having none of it.

You know how I've been having all kinds of trouble with my sleep cycle lately? Well, my phone has suddenly taken to playing Cowboy Junkies at me unexpectedly. I can't figure out what's doing it and it stops when I pull down the notification menu. And oddly, it's the beginning of Remnin Park, the house show introduction about dicks on the walls graffiti, which could be quite unfortunate if that started at the wrong time.

And anyway, now I'm awake again. Grump.

I am totally with Tim on the midnight project tendencies, but I do try to keep the noise down.

So, in my Hunger Games reading I have a new favorite sentence. "I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite." Hahahahaha!

I got stuck on my street waiting for a dang mobility bus waiting for someone who wasn't home and now I realize I left my lunch at home.

He's got the first part down pat. I haven't yet enquired as to whether he regards this as immutable.

From the files of Something I Read Once About Child Development From What I'm Pretty Sure Was A Reputable Source, gender permanence is a concept that sets in between 4-6 years old.

have you heard this cover of "King of Wishful Thinking?"

I really like it.

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