Buttered Noodles
My brain is pudding from work.12 I spent all day writing unit tests in JavaScript3 without taking a break. Nobody made me do that. I usually set a repeating timer to jolt me out of hyper-focus at regular intervals and to remind myself to rest, but I neglected to do so this day, and that was a mistake because the weather is beautiful, and there's lots of stuff going on, especially with the new young people wandering the streets after class and looking for big city shenanigans to get up to on a Friday night, but I'll have none of it.
All I want is a beer and quiet, but the nasal roar of teenagers in Dodge Hellcats4, the rattling of old men on Can-Ams5 blasting Dad-Rap through blown speakers, the piercing blare of police and ambulance sirens, and the incessant drone of helicopters keeping news media morons aloft above the city collectively assure me there will be no peace nor will there be anything like quiet on such a lovely evening.
As for me, I've got three loads of clean laundry to fold and a messy kitchen to deal with, and I haven't even thought about dinner yet.
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AP News: Fluoride at twice the recommended limit linked to lower IQ in kids ↩︎
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A desire for a loud car with a modified muffler is predicted by being a man and higher scores on psychopathy and sadism - PMC7 ↩︎
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NPR: Microplastics detected in human testicles, troubling researchers ↩︎
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You should know that not all studies are created equal, and this is one of them that ain't. ↩︎