sucking soaps, smoking nurses, parading stormtroopers, and entertaining writing

Today I learned that one wash is not enough to get the new detergent I tried and don't tolerate out of my favorite shirt, and I went and wore it anyway, and now I can't sleep or write. I appear to be pretty good at whining, though, so I have this pain under my ribs that isn't too bad until I go to sneeze, and then it fixes it so I can't sneeze, so [bad word].

In other news, nurses smoke, stormtroopers are marching in the Rose parade, and this thing about parents and middle-school-age girls and inappropriate behavior is as horrifying as it is entertainingly written.