Whenever I wake up from a nightmare my brain decides to repeat the last line of the American Dad theme song over and over again. I can’t remember when this started but it doesn’t help.
If you miss shopping. Just buy a bunch of things on Amazon, hang them around your room, put an overwhelming floral oil in your diffuser, maybe light some incense if you’re feeling a little boho, play a playlist of songs that never made it in the 2000’s, and close your windows.
Why the hell are all these medias posting facts like “if the helicopter..”. IT HAPPENED, none of your facts will change anything. God damn. Fuck off with your ‘matter-of-fact-but-it’s-never-gonna-help’ information.
For a month my roommate woke up and blew his nose as loudly as he could and tried to cough the shit out of his throat. For two weeks, nothing has come out. I think he made a ritual and now my alarm clock is some chump blowing his nose and coughing.