(no subject)
As I was attempting to open a freshly sealed bag of oranges I accidently bumped over a glass of water which I had just poured, and was - at the time - very anxiously awaiting the consumption of. I decided I would leave the water I had just spilled on the floor. The reason? One word: Time. Every little point in time will eventually pluck a droplet of water from the ground. Over the duration of the existence of this house, the H2O will gradually transition to a better, more suitable location. With a very rich background in mathemetatics, I presume a force of paranormal persuasion at foot. In the words of Charlie Riddick, time has been built to our favor. As you conclude this reading, be aware that I have successfully obtained an orange in which all of this mess has derived from, and have been graciously indulging in its splendors. Unfortunately, my quest for a simple glass of water has been brought to a subtle halt.
'Til next time,
Eliot Roof
PS, another year
another beer
'Til next time,
Eliot Roof
PS, another year
another beer