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Yargh. Cocked up the alarm clock. Though it read 7:00 it was in fact 6:00, but by the time I figured it out I had dressed and breakfasted and packed my lunch. So I went grocery shopping at 6:45, then drove down to the office and kipped on the floor for an hour. It was that airport terminal sort of sleep, sound-ish but nowhere near enough. I feel like I am made of frogs.

your quote of the day.

'With Julie's easy to follow instructions, i was cross stitching "Go F*** Yourself" in no time!'

--amazon.com review of Julie Jackson's Subversive Cross-Stitch

picspam: toys gone bad

Il Duce addresses the burning city from the palace balcony. Photo taken just before the Lego people revolt, then hang her at the Hot Wheels gas station.