I am having some brain issues. I do not know how to fix them.

Perhaps doing all of the political research and reading that I have been doing lately is a bad idea. The stupid arguments I've been getting into likewise, though I've managed to detach myself from most of them at this point. Can't find the bloody primary results. Rar.

Fortunately, my angst about a gnawing ethical issue has been neatly sidetracked into critiquing the Egyptian section of Design Toscano. Which has some "Ooh, shiny", some "when I win the lottery", and a tremendous lot of ". . . you're kidding, right?" But why do they sell the King Tut Replica Throne in pairs? For Mrs. Tut? And how about the pairs of eight-inch-tall resin-cast throne replicas? For Tut Thumb and Tutbellina?

Oh dear, [livejournal.com profile] brooksmoses is going through the 'South Seas' section now. "Sparkling, crystalline resin" is the scariest phrase I've encountered since the political readings. . . . okay, "quality designer resin" may be worse.

300 more words of traumatised narrator. Agh.
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