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I burned my tongue last night on dinner. Boo. It was pretty darned good, though, for something I just kinda threw together (cooked marinated vegetables, turkey from my failed attempt to bribe the Nona cat, string cheese).

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As I was picking up the small accumulation of silly local papers in the driveway to recycle them, the neighbor across the street called me over, asking if I was one of the "engineers" (meaning was I a physicist, though from what I have heard of the workload, a not-insignificant percentage of the work would qualify for the label) and asked me to help her interpret the instructions on her new lawn sprinkler.

I showed her which bits on the sprinkler matched with which pictures on the package, and what each one would do (range of spray, size of water drops, travel arc. She said, "I knew you'd be smart."

It was sweet. *helpless laugh*

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I am powerfully unmotivated, both at home and at work. I find that I sometimes respond to stress with lassitude.

There's a visual from Airplane II: someone says that Simon has turned to jelly, and the camera cuts away to a vaguely man-shaped water balloon, dressed as an airline pilot, rhythmically jiggling. That's me.
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