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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

A vending machine made of win

Yep, that's bacon in there.

And various other forms of meat. But really, the bacon is the point.

ambien weirdness journal

Ate peanut butter out of the jar with a spoon: 1
Reorganized kitchen counter tops: 3
Reset time on alarm clock: 2
Watched television: 2
Slept through multiple alarms: 3
Woke up in a different room than where I went to bed: 1
Woke up with the pets looking at me, causing me to believe I was talking in my sleep or otherwise being weird: 3
Made a list on the kitchen chalkboard of chores and errands I need to tackle: 1
Woke up in the kitchen in the middle of the night, drinking a cup of coffee I'd made myself, complete with cream and sugar: 1
Read an entire book: 1
Made online purchases: 2
Woke up without any concept of what day of the week it was: 1
Written extensive shopping and to-do lists on a pad of paper next to my bed in barely legible handwriting: 1
Cut own hair to the point that I now have a pixie haircut: 1