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the smell of my desperation has become a stench


September
2006

dooce.com Masthead for October, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong titled I Write About My Feelings

October 2006

Jesus image found in dog’s butt

I really miss the little guy

Side-effects may include very strong bones

Heading north

The Butt Ugly Gang! on Flickr

Where God continues to have a very hearty laugh at our expense

Rare blue skies in the city, here out our hotel window

Today’s Marmaduke explained in 500 words or less

Resemblance

Make a very good case for the superiority of small dogs

Fog rolling into San Francisco

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    One night last week the Spotify algorithm served u One night last week the Spotify algorithm served up a song I’d never heard during my 1AM insomnia bath — stick with me. I promise. It gets so much worse from here.

CUTE DETAIL AHOY: Insomnia is one of the most common symptoms of peri menopause. Last week I didn’t sleep a wink three out of six nights. It’s horrifying, and this leads me to The Fuck Buttons.

Is this where I’m going? I’ve been known to!

I paused Spotify — OH! Brain fog is another fun thing about La Sorcière Périménopause. I didn’t add the song to my library. 

Normally you’d listen to that song while high on enough cocaine to kill Jabba the Hutt, but I fell asleep in four seconds. An hour later I woke up and couldn’t find it on the mobile app.

YES, WRAPPING IT UP, FUNYUN: Took me an hour to find it on my desktop app. Couldn’t fall back asleep so I wrote an electronic opera in my head with that song playing in my ears.

An hour after that I texted @blurb and asked him for keyboard recommendations. One, for my my late night insomniac, menopausal voyages. Two, a certain someone regularly beatboxes with their head and mouth without knowing they are doing it.

Hooked up the keyboard a day ago. They walked up to it and this is what they did.

My instinct was right. Thank you, Jon and Mom, for helping me make this happen.

Also, the smile at the end is going to kill you so have enough money in the bank to pay for your funeral.

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