Saw another viral video of a vending machine doing funny stuff. It reminded me of the time in high school when I got two packs of Smarties for the price of one but I felt guilty so left the second pack in the machine for the next person... This was in spit of the fact that the machine had eaten my money many times in the past and got jammed -- would have been more of a return to balance. Then I got the idea that I should buy myself a vending machine, fill it up, then order stuff non-stop while filming everything and hoping to get lucky -- by lucky, I mean that something jams. One viral video could pay the investment off. Considering that I would want a machine that jams often, it may be even cheaper. Amazon tells me these things start around US$ 5000.00. Should probably look into rentals.
I was never really sold on why I would want to buy a pick-up truck... until I saw Interstellar.
Nothing beats waking up in the morning, checking your email, and stumbling upon something from our version of the IRS. And by beats, I mean making a mess of one's pants and hoping that it's not serious.
A creepy bug is on the edge of the ceiling and it hasn't moved for days. Every time I look up on the light colored walls, there's that dark capsule-like thing. If it were a spider, I'd have thought that it was hibernating or whatever -- that's happened before where a spider just stayed in a corner for days or even weeks and eventually walked off. Update days later: it moved or it's gone.
Nothing beats living in a room that's stuffy and hot in the summer, and freezing my ass off in the winter to the point that I've gotten what may be mild frostbite in my fingers and toes. Could turn a fan on but I find them too loud. Could put some more clothes on but that would be uncomfortable. What's it like making things uncomfortable for myself? Stuffy, hot, and cold, apparently.
I think my small toe's nail fell off.
Later.
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