Talk about your day thread

[Strat]

This thread title is lowercased as opposed to the prior iteration being uppercase and its throwing me off.

[dad]

just made an appointment to get my first haircut of the year. the last time was back in October 2021.

[BurtReynolds]

Second time in a few months that someone I work closely with has found out they have cancer. Is this stuff contagious?

[Mickey]

just made an appointment to get my first haircut of the year. the last time was back in October 2021.

Got my first haircut since January 2020 last month. It was absolutely delightful

[dad]

just made an appointment to get my first haircut of the year. the last time was back in October 2021.

Got my first haircut since January 2020 last month. It was absolutely delightful

wow, a real weight has been lifted situation.

[Mickey]

No I was just buzzing it at home.

[tree_]

ears are lowering

[JuanHamm]

I also haven't had a haircut since January 2020. I'm thinking about cutting it all off, but I'm also scared of change.

Once it gets hot it'll have to go.

[spike]

I also haven't had a haircut since January 2020. I'm thinking about cutting it all off, but I'm also scared of change.

Once it gets hot it'll have to go.

Rock a man bun, Tommy.

[dad]

I also haven't had a haircut since January 2020. I'm thinking about cutting it all off, but I'm also scared of change.

Once it gets hot it'll have to go.

Rock a man bun, Tommy.

or chop it all off and make paintbrushes from it.

[BurtReynolds]

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[tree_]

I had a hell of a crazy day. Taking a sick day tomorrow

[Chris_H_2]

I had a hell of a crazy day. Taking a sick day tomorrow

good for you. i'm jealous.

[spike]

Lawyers don’t get sick days.

[Chris_H_2]

that’s why I’m jealous!

[Jorge]

Nice and stoned after spending all day in the pool. Feels good

[washing machine]

Nice and stoned after spending all day in the pool. Feels good

This reads like a dev/doug rr hybrid strain

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[washing machine]

Yesterday at the park with my little girl, another dad tried to discretely show me his marijuana vape pen. He said "hey, daddio, you wanna hit this?" I was very polite in my rejection of his offer to share drugs while parenting our children.

He really said "daddio" too? That's almost as lame as the dad vape. What did your response sound like?