Thanks, Google Mail.
I've had this for while, but have just recently started appreciating the Google Mail Lab thing that randomly makes you do a small set of simple math problems if you send an email after, say, 10p. It has prevented me from sending many a misguided and poorly typed email not just when I was drunk, but also when I have been demented from lack of sleep or stricken by a bout of email-writing mania. The logic is simple: If you are too fucked up to figure out what 45 minus 13 is, no one needs to hear from you.
Thanks, Google.
I spent the day holed up trying to find something to waste my money on. I find that if I spend days obsessing over buying something, I'm more likely to talk myself down (which is why I don't own all of these) and not do things like impulsively buy 500 dollars worth of clothes I've convinced myself I need. I do need them. No, I don't. Yes. Yes, I do.
I wonder if the government is ever going to give me the 600 bones they owe me. And I still haven't gotten my state tax return. Bogus.
Now back to playing Tarzan on N64. Much like the IRS, that level with the stampede is bogus.
Thanks, Google.
I spent the day holed up trying to find something to waste my money on. I find that if I spend days obsessing over buying something, I'm more likely to talk myself down (which is why I don't own all of these) and not do things like impulsively buy 500 dollars worth of clothes I've convinced myself I need. I do need them. No, I don't. Yes. Yes, I do.
I wonder if the government is ever going to give me the 600 bones they owe me. And I still haven't gotten my state tax return. Bogus.
Now back to playing Tarzan on N64. Much like the IRS, that level with the stampede is bogus.