#ponderables

[fabledshadow]

What is it with the brick pizza ovens? Seriously, is this like the throw pillows?

[saruvanthewhite]

I have a job where I need to be in five places at once; at times must be in conversation with one person on the phone, another on the walkie, another face to face. As yet I haven’t tried to grow extra arms or have added eyes & ears installed. Now would be a good time to be a clever octopus.

I want to be a clever octopus.

[fabledshadow]

In today’s edition of perception being the key to reality:

I dreamed last night that I was out drinking with coworkers, specifically tequila shots, which I do not usually drink. When the time came for the next round of shots I waved off, citing that I had to be to work in the morning and even though I was dreaming this night’s drinking, I was worried I would be psychosomatically drunk in the morning and unable to drive to work. Like, I knew my blood wouldn’t actually have any alcohol but what if my perceptions were affected by the dream alcohol I drank in a dream. I woke up very amused by it. I usually know I’m dreaming, and often remember them.

There was another thing a few weeks ago. I was pulling in the driveway of the coffee stand and the employee was out taking orders. She had a leopard print umbrella that I admired as I stopped my car in line. When she got to my car, the umbrella was blue with yellow flowers that had blue centers. My working theory is that I saw a pattern and my brain filled in leopard print as the closest match. But that means I didn’t really see what I saw. The umbrella was blue the whole time, my mind reported the details inaccurately. It’s an interesting problem.

[fabledshadow]

Does staff want everyone to sleep so they can kill the site? Like if someone is awake and using it, it can’t be destroyed?

[fabledshadow]

Did a deep condition on my hairrrrr and now i am sitting around waiting for it to drrrrrry

[fabledshadow]

Wait, does it count as queer-coding if I’m the villain of the piece but I’m actually bi?

[sarah-sandwich]

I took the sausage off my breakfast sandwich bc it was yucky and replaced it with spinach from the fridge. I almost liked it. “Almost” not bc of the spinach but bc I didn’t like how buttery the croissant was.

Does this mean I’ve ascended into my final adult form? Do I have to start frowning in disapproval at groups of teenagers in public spaces now? Am I still allowed to eat froot loops? I just bought a pretty big bag so I don’t wanna throw the whole thing away... is that another sign?