Rained Out
A rainy day, a rainy day, my spirits are between high and low today. More than anything, I would love to be home asleep. Black-Currant Tea and some tasty soup would be nice as well. Freakin Subway is not at all that filling. No wonder that fat tard Jarred isn't a fat tard anymore.
Anyhow, appologies to those who did not see me for Halloween yesterday evening. I had to start editing the first 8 chapters of my dad's god book (actually it's kind of like a modern day--well still got the fundi, puritan perspective, probably more so--Poor Richard's Almanac). I get to work more on this crap tonight. Anyhow, I'm going for now.
And oh yeah: Django Reinhardt represent. I bet those words have never been "uttered" (heh utter, ok that's just stupid) before.
Anyhow, appologies to those who did not see me for Halloween yesterday evening. I had to start editing the first 8 chapters of my dad's god book (actually it's kind of like a modern day--well still got the fundi, puritan perspective, probably more so--Poor Richard's Almanac). I get to work more on this crap tonight. Anyhow, I'm going for now.
And oh yeah: Django Reinhardt represent. I bet those words have never been "uttered" (heh utter, ok that's just stupid) before.