I love the smell of snarkiness in the morning

Miss Manners can reassure you that no one who read your letter would think of you as a lady. She hopes that puts your mind at rest.

[Guh. This morning I had already been out of the house for an hour and in the office for half an hour at the time I'm normally stumbling out of bed in a fog. I think today's going to be a four-coffee day. At least I'll have my car in reasonably decent working order by the end of the day in return, that's something.]

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“Sometimes we don’t need words,” the old man said, as if he hadn’t heard me. “Rather, it’s words that need us. If we were no longer here, words would lose their whole function. Don’t you think so? They would end up as words that are never spoken, and words that aren’t spoken are no longer words.”

- "Where I'm Likely to Find It", Haruki Murakami