Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Each time it comes, it eats me alive/
I try to behave but it eats me alive/
So I declare a holiday/
Fall asleep and drift away...


It is a miserable-weather day in a miserable-work week. Blustery and cold, with an 80% chance of failure.

Deo gratias propter "Gratias Agere" ago!

And Thank God for Alice too. And hey, it's really snowing now.

Oh, the weather outside is frightful...

P.S. I suppose all good things must come to an end. They had begun to jump the shark, but the Strong Bad Emails still took the right way out. I think.

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