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Forgot to properly escape...

I'm a public library right now and am keeping an eye on a large device that an old lady asked me to keep an eye on.

Remember to fsck(8) your toes every time you go to the bathroom.

I attended a free food & music festival earlier today. It was great.

However one token is $1.

My next assessment with my DD employment case worker will be on October 23rd.

I'm too much into Germany to have a real job.

I have a theory that's completely crazy, but I really can't think of a more logical and scientific way of explaining it.
When I am trying to go to sleep at night, evil fairies come into my room. Well, maybe they're not really evil, but they're nasty and mischievous little buggers and love to torment me. Of course I can't see or hear them, because only children can see or hear fairies. But I can definitely feel them, especially when they are attacking me at night. Pinching me all over, making me think bugs are biting me but there aren't any. Poking me in the eyes, causing me pain and discomfort. I'll be just lying there with my eyes shut and suddenly it will feel like someone stuck pins in there. But when I get up and check in the mirror I can't see anything lodged in my eyes that would cause this.

Fairies are usually indifferent to adult humans since we can't see or hear them. But they love playing and being silly with children. My guess is that they see the stuffed animals and posters of cartoons in my bedroom and assume it's a kid's room, and when they see an adult in bed they get disappointed and angry. Not sure how they're getting in my room. They must use some kind of magic that lets them teleport through walls. I think that's how the Tooth Fairy gets inside houses.

Matt Walsh would make a tasty treat for the sharks at the bottom of the sea.

The current term I feel has going well so far at my college.

My professor who is from Chile knows how to get a good laugh out of people.

The first test was yesterday.

Orange tiger bed.

I hate it when I engage in what is known as "emotional overeating."

I've been watching more old commercials from the 50s and 60s. I saw one TV commercial for a toilet bowl cleaner where the lady is in the bathroom but they don't show a toilet. And she called it a "bathroom bowl". And she poured the powder from the can of toilet bowl cleaner into what I assume is a toilet, but they didn't show it onscreen, so she could have been dumping it on the floor for all I know. But it said "toilet bowl" and showed a picture of a toilet on the label of the can.

I couldn't help but be amused by how much discretion was used in that commercial, like if they said the word "toilet" some kid watching at home might say it and get their mouth washed out with soap.

I eat very little when I'm upset.

I refuse to give in to gender norms associated with men.

I saw something small and green in my dream last night. He looked at me with his big eyes and begged me for candy.