The palette of a five-year-old:

That man probably spends $350 on a single fancy dinner. Ah, my bad, he expenses that.

I had my ass handed to me by that effing Alpha Fletchling so many times that I think I’m developing a trauma response to unassuming small birds

Having used adjustable beds, they are amazing for chronic pain or limited mobility. But why, WHY does it need to be cloud-connected? There’s a remote. The remote makes the bed do the thing. We do not need to invite satellites to the party.

Good news: your surgeon is almost definitely listening to either their favorite music or music the room staff agreed on while operating on you! Very rare to have a silent room.

“Better Off Alone” by Alice DJ came on yesterday during a surgical case and EVERYONE started vibing. I swear it made the case go smoother.

I likened appreciation of physical aesthetic to seeing the absolute perfect color palette that sparks a certain nonverbal joy. I can absolutely see that a person is aesthetically attractive, and appreciate it, but it doesn’t turn the key in the ignition. I guess that is threatening?

One of our first dates (once we established safety) was grocery shopping to make dinner together. I returned the cart. Came back to the car to see him nodding. “You passed the test,” he said, only half-joking.

Then you stuff your pot way too full and you can’t finish it in one go, but everything you’ve put in has made the broth AMAZING so you take it home which is good because now you’ve spent $55 on soup

I’m not a big believer in ghosts and think most things can be explained, just maybe not with information/technology we can currently access. But this spooked me bad. No visitors at this hour, and any other employees would have been wearing scrubs. Patients would be in gowns.

I was working overnight in an old hospital. Mostly empty. Heard footsteps in the hallway; peeked around the corner. Caught a glimpse of an old candy striper dress going through a doorway. Fun fact: this hospital hasn’t had candy stripers for decades. Especially not at 1am.

I have no idea who you are (yay algorithms) but I also came to a realization I needed to escape an abuse situation several years ago. If you need to talk to someone who doesn’t know you and thus has no preconceived notions, drop me a line.