Whoa.
Election parties, tequila and allergy headaches DO NOT mix.
I have no idea what year it is, let alone what day.
Did Kennedy end up winning last night?
While I try to discern what planet I’m on, the best post I can write today is one about how I love lamp.
Sometimes I even love more than one lamp.
Particularly old-timey ones.
You know, that steampunk shit you see popping up in the 1920s Parisian-themed bathrooms of the new gastropubs in town?
Ohhhh man, do I get a cotton gin-sized boner for this stuff.
Check out some neat-o lighting I found for sale, including discounted fixtures at the Scoutmob Shoppe and some neat-o objects made by Geoff’s uncle up in Dallas.
I want to buy them alllllllll and make my house look like Nikola Tesla’s lab.
