Why do people think that it’s ok to bring food into a library? This is a place for studying and reading, not for you to eat your lunch!
If I have to clean soda and pizza sauce off one more Wimpy Kid book I'm going to lose it!

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Why do people think that it’s ok to bring food into a library? This is a place for studying and reading, not for you to eat your lunch!
If I have to clean soda and pizza sauce off one more Wimpy Kid book I'm going to lose it!
Important question.
You're being chased through the woods by a monster. Which fictional character are you choosing to protect you?
There are no wrong answers. Except choosing Shaggy. Because he'd leave you behind and you'd both know it.
I have an open bag of sour gummy worms on my desk and an absolute refusal to grade these essays until it’s empty. Consider this an open invitation to come distract me, or at least come steal some candy so I’m forced to actually do my job.
Gods, this weather has been killing me lately. Feel like my entire back just wants me to lay down and not get back up. Need this rain to fuck all the way off.
In other news, it's given me a lot of time to write, so I can't entirely complain, this book of poetry might actually be close enough to being done to be out by the end of the year.
How is everyone else doing?
The thing nobody warned Camile about when she moved back to Ashford Valley was how impossible it was to run errands quickly in a small town.
In New York, she could go weeks without speaking to anyone outside of work. Here, a simple stop for coffee somehow turned into three separate conversations, one unsolicited update about somebody’s cousin’s divorce, and an invitation to a charity fundraiser she was fairly certain she’d accidentally agreed to attend.
Not that she minded. Not entirely.
Mostly.
Standing near the counter with a coffee she’d long since forgotten to drink, Camile glanced down at her phone out of habit before catching herself and slipping it back into her coat pocket. Baby steps, apparently.
At least until someone nearby caught her attention, pulling a small smile from her despite herself. “Please tell me I’m not the only person in town still trying to remember everybody’s name,” she said, dry humor warming her tone. “Because at this point I’m considering making flashcards.”
So, plot twist: an old Broadway director I worked with on The Book of Mormon emailed me because apparently the lead on the national tour for Phantom of the Opera had to step away unexpectedly, and now they want me to come in for a limited run. Which sounds glamorous and exciting until you realize it has led to me sitting at my kitchen table, staring into the abyss of my coffee like it personally offended me. Theatre brain says yes. Who cares if it's living out of a suitcase for the next two months? The rest of me is significantly less sure. I finally built a life here that actually feels stable and good and mine. If anyone needs me, I’ll be overthinking professionally for the foreseeable future.
Don’t know why but I’ve been on such a zombie game kick lately. Got myself set up nicely on 7 Days to Die but then decided to jump back on Dead Island 2. Playing as the “firefighter” of course. Ha
Anyhoot. How’s everyone holding up?
You guys.
YOU GUYS.
I have discovered. The most wonderful invention. Seriously life changing. It's called...
The slow cooker.
(Crock Pot, w/e, brand that bitches).
You dump food in. And turn it on. And then forget about it. For like ten hours. And it doesn't burn or set off the smoke detector.
This is REVOLUTIONARY. I'm basically Gordon Ramsay now.