some nordic profanity

the number of times I can run across a colleague's name while researching how to do something everyone else thinks is ...simple...is killing my fucking ego on top of all the other dead things falling off me these days. I want to vomit all over you

tanks$sgiving

Simone Weil, and give thanks. I found you in my threads, my DNA. Ate, even. We don't celebrate.
What I'm trying to say is that I'm watching Son in Law tomorrow anyways!