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How I Came to Discover That My House Is *secretly* HUGE

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Secretly? Secretely? Secretley? No, it's definitely secretly, but no matter how I spell it today it looks wrong.  Tangent - spelling is of no consequence.  What is of literal and metaphorical great consequence is that my house is secretly huge . This is a fairly new discovery for me.  For the last year and a half I have been mystified about some happenings here in VA, but just a few short weeks ago the fog around my perception vanished and I became cognizant of the fact that not only is my house secretly huge, but that I am the only one who cannot see its massiveness.  In short, the truth dawned upon me one day just after I had finished completely and totally cleaning the kitchen -- there seemed to be not a crumb in sight or a spoon out of place -- and then who should arrive nearly magically and entirely of its own volition but a plate!  And did this plate walk right over to the sink and jump in as I thought it should?  No.  It planted itself on the kitchen table what seemed, t

One day Anna and Ani walked into a Blender...

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Applying for externships is fricken stressful.  Not like, "oh my gosh I have so much stuff to do" stress, or "oh my gosh I'm not prepared for this" stress, or "oh my gosh my life aaaaaaaah!" stress... it's paperwork stress.  Yes. The. Worst. Kind. of stress. This kind of paperwork stress makes Anna go insane, and it depresses my central nervous system, making me sleep. Now when this happens, we are not terribly productive.  Well... Anna is a little productive because she is actually doing something, even if it looks like she's creating chaos. But I definitely accomplish zip. And then Anna's craziness wakes me up.  Like this: And so I calm her down, she wakes me up, and our combined effort is triumphant.  In fact, if you stuck us in a blender... and then poured out one, sane person, we would be unstoppable.  Probably take over the world. AND we wouldn't even have to change our name. But we might be a little split when it

The Return of Puck

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So last year just seconds before the accident Puck dove down deep into the Id and did not show his face for months. Actually, did not show his face until just the other week.  He has always preferred to make his presence known when my frontal lobe is somehow compromised, and the head-cold I was suffering from, coupled with lots of cough medicine, provided him a lovely opportunity to re-visit the consciousness. And revisit he did.  (Now I can't get rid of him.) This is the story of his re-emergence. So I was sick. And sleeping. It was between 6 and 630 AM: My alarm was going to go off any minute, and Puck decided to check the bathroom for me to see if it was free or occupied... Sneaking out of my room Yup. Gina's in there already. Shower's going! So then he came back and told me about it.... Now, when I woke up to my alarm clock, my first groggy thought of the morning was, "Hey, I checked already, Gina's in there... I'm going back to sleep."

A Belated Happy New Year

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This drawing is in honour of the longest planned, most epic practical joke in all of history:   And it's true...that is not my best circle....