TET: Grammar is fleeting. Wine is Eternal.

[Thafoo]

It's Saturday... What the fuck?

Isn't date and time a pain?

[Cheri]

And a kitty.



Hi!

How are you today?

I'm good.

[Ionian Knights]

Still a beret

And a kitty.

Nice.

And it's me Aperonia.

Hi!

I'm not a cat person, unless its Statt.

[Katyuscha]

It's Saturday... What the fuck?

Isn't date and time a pain?

I've been ignoring it recently.

[Jolthig]

How are you today?

I'm good.

We just had some storms here.

[Cheri]

And a kitty.



Hi!

I'm not a cat person, unless its Statt.

I'm good.

We just had some storms here.

For me, that was the day before yesterday.

[Jolthig]

I'm not a cat person, unless its Statt.

We just had some storms here.

For me, that was the day before yesterday.

Sunny? Stormy? Overcast?

[Cheri]

For me, that was the day before yesterday.

Sunny? Stormy? Overcast?

Today it's cloudy.

[Jolthig]

Sunny? Stormy? Overcast?

Today it's cloudy.

It was really stormy last night. then it was cloudy and it starting storming again today.

[Lordieth]

I am so profoundly unhappy with my own inability to apply myself to anything that it's borderlining mental torture.

I'd honestly prefer to be stupid, because at least then I could probably accept that there are things beyond my ability, and I could accept myself. What's really tearing me up is that I'm very smart, but unbelievably disinterested in everything. I just don't understand why things bore me so quickly. I get so hyped up about a new idea, or something I'd love to create, and then that feeling just vanishes into thin air. All motivation disappears.

Is there a cure for that?

[Cheri]

Today it's cloudy.

It was really stormy last night. then it was cloudy and it starting storming again today.

Yesterday was partly cloudy.

[Thafoo]

Chapter 1: Lunch

“Aleksi, you have the package, comrade?” whispered a shady man of origin from a large Eurasian country to a man of the same country of origin.

The year was 1956, the date being July 16, the time being 14:36, the place of meeting being Gracias Nino Spanish Café located on Gracias Boulevard* in Panama City, Panama, the elevation being 7 feet (or 2 metres for dirty commies), the temperature being a tooth-chattering 46.3º F (or 7.9º C for aforementioned dirty commies), and the dominant cloud formation being Cumulonimbus which, of course, explained the rather booming thunder dominating the skies, other than good ol’ rrrrradio waves.

But today was not a day for cloudwatching, and the reason was not because if you were to lay on a hill watching the skies then you would get a mouthful of hail, no, the reason was that cloudwatching is a happy activity, and this is not a happy day. For it was not a bottle of vodka concealed in an elaborate package that was passed from Aleksi to Vladimir, and it was not a dirty communist document, and it was not a sense of comradely national pride.

It was a chew toy.



*This is all I know about Spanish-speaking countries. Please don't hurt me.

The chew toy bit is important for later...

[Jolthig]

It was really stormy last night. then it was cloudy and it starting storming again today.

Yesterday was partly cloudy.

same.

[Cheri]

I am so profoundly unhappy with my own inability to apply myself to anything that it's borderlining mental torture.

I'd honestly prefer to be stupid, because at least then I could probably accept that there are things beyond my ability, and I could accept myself. What's really tearing me up is that I'm very smart, but unbelievably disinterested in everything. I just don't understand why things bore me so quickly. I get so hyped up about a new idea, or something I'd love to create, and then that feeling just vanishes into thin air. All motivation disappears.

Is there a cure for that?

How about meditation?

[Cheri]

Chapter 1: Lunch

“Aleksi, you have the package, comrade?” whispered a shady man of origin from a large Eurasian country to a man of the same country of origin.

The year was 1956, the date being July 16, the time being 14:36, the place of meeting being Gracias Nino Spanish Café located on Gracias Boulevard* in Panama City, Panama, the elevation being 7 feet (or 2 metres for dirty commies), the temperature being a tooth-chattering 46.3º F (or 7.9º C for aforementioned dirty commies), and the dominant cloud formation being Cumulonimbus which, of course, explained the rather booming thunder dominating the skies, other than good ol’ rrrrradio waves.

But today was not a day for cloudwatching, and the reason was not because if you were to lay on a hill watching the skies then you would get a mouthful of hail, no, the reason was that cloudwatching is a happy activity, and this is not a happy day. For it was not a bottle of vodka concealed in an elaborate package that was passed from Aleksi to Vladimir, and it was not a dirty communist document, and it was not a sense of comradely national pride.

It was a chew toy.



*This is all I know about Spanish-speaking countries. Please don't hurt me.

The chew toy bit is important for later...

It wasn't the Gracias Boulevard part, but the dirty commies part that disturbed me.

[Zottistan]

I am so profoundly unhappy with my own inability to apply myself to anything that it's borderlining mental torture.

I'd honestly prefer to be stupid, because at least then I could probably accept that there are things beyond my ability, and I could accept myself. What's really tearing me up is that I'm very smart, but unbelievably disinterested in everything. I just don't understand why things bore me so quickly. I get so hyped up about a new idea, or something I'd love to create, and then that feeling just vanishes into thin air. All motivation disappears.

Is there a cure for that?

Do you have an ADHD diagnosis?

[Thafoo]

Chapter 1: Lunch

“Aleksi, you have the package, comrade?” whispered a shady man of origin from a large Eurasian country to a man of the same country of origin.

The year was 1956, the date being July 16, the time being 14:36, the place of meeting being Gracias Nino Spanish Café located on Gracias Boulevard* in Panama City, Panama, the elevation being 7 feet (or 2 metres for dirty commies), the temperature being a tooth-chattering 46.3º F (or 7.9º C for aforementioned dirty commies), and the dominant cloud formation being Cumulonimbus which, of course, explained the rather booming thunder dominating the skies, other than good ol’ rrrrradio waves.

But today was not a day for cloudwatching, and the reason was not because if you were to lay on a hill watching the skies then you would get a mouthful of hail, no, the reason was that cloudwatching is a happy activity, and this is not a happy day. For it was not a bottle of vodka concealed in an elaborate package that was passed from Aleksi to Vladimir, and it was not a dirty communist document, and it was not a sense of comradely national pride.

It was a chew toy.



*This is all I know about Spanish-speaking countries. Please don't hurt me.

The chew toy bit is important for later...

It wasn't the Gracias Boulevard part, but the dirty commies part that disturbed me.

...what do you mean by "disturbed"?

[Cheri]

It wasn't the Gracias Boulevard part, but the dirty commies part that disturbed me.

...what do you mean by "disturbed"?

Annoyed. I'm not dirty, and not a commie!

[Lordieth]

I am so profoundly unhappy with my own inability to apply myself to anything that it's borderlining mental torture.

I'd honestly prefer to be stupid, because at least then I could probably accept that there are things beyond my ability, and I could accept myself. What's really tearing me up is that I'm very smart, but unbelievably disinterested in everything. I just don't understand why things bore me so quickly. I get so hyped up about a new idea, or something I'd love to create, and then that feeling just vanishes into thin air. All motivation disappears.

Is there a cure for that?

Do you have an ADHD diagnosis?

No. I've always suspected, though. I'm in my 20s now. I'm not sure if a doctor would even consider it. He'd wonder why it hadn't been diagnosed before. I had a lot of behavorial problems as a kid, and I've always struggled with focussing my attention. I just wish I knew how to focus.

[Thafoo]

...what do you mean by "disturbed"?

Annoyed. I'm not dirty, and not a commie!

...Can you take a joke?

I regularly use the metric system, jeez...

[Cheri]

Annoyed. I'm not dirty, and not a commie!

...Can you take a joke?

I regularly use the metric system, jeez...

Yes. Those aren't funny though. Jokes are supposed to be funny.

[DesAnges]

...Can you take a joke?

I regularly use the metric system, jeez...

Yes. Those aren't funny though. Jokes are supposed to be funny.

Oh. Well I'll be going then.

[Northern Dominus]

Do you have an ADHD diagnosis?

No. I've always suspected, though. I'm in my 20s now. I'm not sure if a doctor would even consider it. He'd wonder why it hadn't been diagnosed before. I had a lot of behavorial problems as a kid, and I've always struggled with focussing my attention. I just wish I knew how to focus.

Getting drunk usually helps.

Here's the thing; you have to follow through when you start a project. Believe me I've been there, you get bogged down in the little stuff and then it seems overwhelming, but keeping your mind on the endgame and what something should be when it's there is perhaps the greatest motivator available today.

[Thafoo]

...Can you take a joke?

I regularly use the metric system, jeez...

Yes. Those aren't funny though. Jokes are supposed to be funny.

Perhaps you can't take a joke then...

[Freelanderness]

I read this as "Grammer is wine, fleeting is Eternal"

ain't nobody gonna tell me I haven't been working on my essay hard!

Hey!

Hey mon cheri