Syllabus #219

Yes, hi, hello, TMI alert.  I am just surfacing from the most severe bout of PMS I have had in a very long time.  How I made it through this week without a criminal conviction is anyone's guess.  I would apologize for the things I said when I was angry, but whatever I said was probably justified, and whoever I said it to probably deserved it.  PMS is the true story of seven strangers eggs picked to live in a house uterus, work ovulate together, and have their lives taped absorbed by a tampon...to find out what happens...when women stop being polite...and start getting real.  The Period World. 

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Are you a party host or an enthusiastic guest?  Can you maybe be neither?  Reluctant guest who will bring a bottle of wine to be polite, and leave as soon as is socially acceptable?  Person who avoids hosting because your house is weird and you are too uptight to deal with people who don't RSVP but show up anyway, or say yes and bail at the last minute?

One of these restaurants is in our neighborhood.  I haven't been there because they're only open for lunch a few days a week, and I'm not trying to wait in line for an hour to drop an eye-watering amount of money at a time of day when I could just as easily eat a peanut butter sammich and keep it moving.  

I guess we really did peak in high school.  I'm sure (I hope) I'll be dead by 2080, but part of me wants to pull up with a bucket of popcorn and watch the decline of humanity unfold.  

Speaking of people nearing the age of 100 and Doing It Right, Jimmy Carter, everybody!  What a mensch.  Give this man another bowl of peanut butter ice cream.  

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Analog Reading:

David Grann's The Wager was gripping and epic and well-researched.  The amount of suffering these shipwrecked men faced, even before the shipwreck (hello, scurvy), and the level of determination the had to summon to make it back to jolly old England, was astonishing.

Next up:  Mr. Mercedes by Stephen King