I walked into the kitchen and found my tea had regenerated on its own. It seems much happier.
Based on the results of this experiment, I should figure out a way to attach googly eyes to my checking account and see if that encourages spontaneous regrowth, too.
Those people lack imagination and an unreasonable amount of googly eyes, Sharpies, and acrylic ink sitting around the house at all times.
An unusual opportunity has come across my plate. I have been invited to be a panelist for Portland’s Drunken Discourse regarding my essay on gatekeeping. I’m intrigued, albeit slightly concerned as I am no longer in my 20s and no longer under the impression that my liver is indestructible. I do have a volunteer designated drinker if worse comes to worst. But let’s face it: I never turn down an opportunity to make a PowerPoint presentation.
If you’re 21+ and down for some uncensored feminist analysis (and other topics to be announced shortly), mark your calendars for the evening of October 5, 2019. More details to come.
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