I'm overheating really easily today. This is most unfortunate, because I can't move. If I move, I break out in a sweat and feel sick. So I can't do the laundry, or put the folded stuff away, or play with the Toddler, or do anything at all that requires any motion at all. Typing is almost too much. This is ridiculous. It's only 85 degrees outside, and it's about 78 in the house! (The A/C works unevenly - the bathroom and bedrooms feel fantastic, and the rest of the house is miserable.)
Anyway, I don't have the most exciting post ever here - not a whole lot has changed since yesterday. As an example of how weird my memory is, J was talking about me being stressed over what happened yesterday before he went to bed this morning, and I was completely confused. I'd forgotten about getting the boxes in the mail. He looked at me like I was stupid until I remembered. Wow. Just wow.
The Toddler has taken to grabbing books off the bookshelves around the house at random and trying to destroy them. He's already destroyed on of J and S's Robert Heinlein novels and S's copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. We gave him a trash romance novel to play with so he'd leave them alone, but it's not much of a deterrent.
Today, I made a rage comic. You should vote for it so it makes the front page.
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Florida forces welfare recipients to take drug tests, which backfires horribly, as only 2% of those on welfare tested positive. Wonderful job, Florida.
Here's another case of too much paranoia in the airline industry. As if terrorists will use airliners again. At least, the serious terrorists probably won't. I imagine they'll use some other means of major destruction to terrorize the government into removing more and more of our civil liberties. I feel so sorry for the guy in the article.
I posted awhile back about a guy who wants to create a libertarian island nation in international waters. I found an article with more information. It still doesn't sound very promising.
Oh god, oh god, we're all gonna die! Washington, D.C. had a minor earthquake. WE WILL REBUILD.
A 12-year-old boy delivers his own baby brother after watching many hospital shows on television. Is it a surprise to anyone that he wants to be a doctor when he grows up?
When a young Navy SEAL died, his dog was loyal to the end, even laying on the ground next to his casket at his funeral. When I first read the article about it, I was worried the dog wouldn't have anyone to take him in, but the best friend of his owner has stepped up and given him a home. Poor puppy, I feel so sorry for him.