4/2/08
You know for a day that's supposedly about jokes and pranks, April Fool's Day is rarely fun. The jokes are lame, tired and the pranks end up being more vicious than fun.
You know for a day that's supposedly about jokes and pranks, April Fool's Day is rarely fun. The jokes are lame, tired and the pranks end up being more vicious than fun.
fear
My sister let me know that she believes the countdown in the right-hand column is a portent of my imminent suicide.
I explained to her that I sincerely hope to find work and quit this fucking place by 5/13/08. Unfortunately various finance things have come up, i.e. paying off my car early, the room at WorldCon, flying to my sister's wedding in 2009 and not being confident in myself makes me choose entropy rather than delicious change.
Have I mentioned that my sister's northeastern accent is quite strong? Heck, I thought I had a voicemail from Kinja rather than my sister because it was that strong.
the sky
Looking westward from a side street towards Pikes Peak.
