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I talked to four different people on the phone tonight about four unrelated things.
I feel like this is a lot. I mean, I never talk on the phone. Sometimes the phone rings and I'm all "noooooo!" Because I'm mentally unprepared to be thrust into a conversation.

One call was my niece-- shaking me down to volunteer for Girl Scout camp again. It was hilarious:
"Um, just so you know, the volunteer forms are due like...today. So. You have to turn them in. Like now."
Me: When is it, can I get forms, etc., because I've just now heard of this.

She is SUCH a preteen. My god, it's like she's possessed.

And my dad somehow conned me in to going to an antique truck show with him. I really don't want to, but he really wanted me to, and it made him really happy. So.

Also: 9 out of 10 people in the world could have told me this, but running 6.5 miles with "morning" sickness is a really, really stupid idea. Even if it was a perfect night for a run.

@#@$!%

So, you know, guys? I'm just really sick of school shootings.
I think I reached critical mass on kids being shot up at their schools with guns like...6 gazillion school shootings ago.
It's just a thing now, isn't it? Just a thing that happens here every damned month week day.