I've discovered that I look exactly like someone else I know if drawn crudely in a black and white comic strip. On weekdays, I have a twin, but on Sundays, I'm about 50 years and 4 colors too late. To have such a transient brotherhood, to temporarily fit into an abstraction of myself; it's very disconcerting.
I'm slightly backed-up, homework-wise. I'm also slightly hungry. I wish it were a dichotomy, but I think it's more complicated than that...
And yes it's cool, I was a Next Generation trekkie.
I'm slightly backed-up, homework-wise. I'm also slightly hungry. I wish it were a dichotomy, but I think it's more complicated than that...