And, roughly, 18,000 other distinct feelings bordering on the negative.
You know, Life, the Universe, and Everything.
I hope I haven't burned my bridges, and if I did, then I pray that I can mend them.
Especially the ones I haven't even crossed yet.
You know, cause, sometimes I use a flame thrower.
No clue if that made any sense to anyone else, but the image of me throwing flames at a bridge off in the future was slightly amusing to myself.
I need to use a sick day.
Unfortunately, I can't find the paperwork needed to file for that type of claim.
Watching the slow decay, first written 2. Jan. 2009
4 months ago