hmmm, 28 doesn't seem any better or worse, but then the day isn't over. A screaming horde of mongol ninja beerswilling assassins might ambush me out side the qwickie mart like they did last week. I hope they don't bring the burning shuriken of doom again, those things leave such a mark, and they itch like a sonovabitch. Well, shit... I guess you just never know what's around the next corner.
Thanks a ton to anyone who posts anything today, I'll consider it a personal gift even though you all do it for your own reasons, and in fact, have had no contact with me ever, ever.
ever.
So thanks
