Holy smokes! That's a nice little holiday. And I know Swifties who would send assassins after you

Yeah, cookies help!

Heh. I was chatting with a doctor at the U who was frustrated to the point of surrender cause their clinical study is "being run by a high school student" which made me chuckle. "There's just no money!"

To be fair, I've had four neuropsychiatric evaluations since a brain injury seven years ago, and each time my executive functioning scores in the 98th percentile. I brag about that shit just about every chance I get.

It was honestly far less painful than talking them through it over the phone

Like escaping and wandering Nose Hill for six days and seven nights . . .

If that's not Nobel material, what is?

Oh, I buy all the weird fruit. (Regrettably, in more cases than I'd like)