I like that my blog is boring.
I'm sick of the Provo scene.
I am a misanthrope who loves people, or is it a philanthrope who hates people?
Our backyard situation is very demoralizing.
I like the word demoralizing.
I need a hobby and a talent.
Probably the most likely option for a talent to develop is playing Scrabble.
But I'm not going to spend time to get good at Scrabble.
So I shall remain talentless.
My children are good at reporting the problems.
What I need are solutions.
(What I need is solutions?)
I could make grammar a talent, but it would take some work.
I should probably do that.
My basement smells like human pee and rat poop.
I'd like to receive an anonymous package containing a miniature tollbooth and a map of The Lands Beyond.