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If it ain't splanchnocranial, I don't want it.
I was awakened at 5:44 a.m. by a screeching alert from our phones, because we had a flash flood watch. Because the mother of all thunderstorms was having its way with Red Mountain. I'd slept just fine through the window-rattling storm, but that fucking siren. We have got to find a way to turn off those alerts. I'd rather drown ( Read more... )