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And when I re-read what I’ve written above it seems to make me sound miserable, but I’m not. I do wonder what it’s going to be like if the funerals i have to attend are going to be related to me somehow.
You all know what that is, so don’t act like you don’t know.
Me and my wife decided today that mass suicide was the answer to everthing. Does it make sence that I want to die but I’m afraid too? And then getting her to arrange a time with Lynn, so that I can tell her just with me and Tal there.
You see, one of you beautiful minds emailed me to tell me that while my cookie recipe truly was a thing of wonder, what I really should do is substitute a half a cup of cocoa powder for a half a cup of flour. So of course I had to make him something, never mind that I’m exhausted and burnt out, and just generally in one of my rather be in bed adn sulk moods. Imagine me young, in high school, listening to crap like Counting Crows and Tracy Chapman, and repeating the Air Supplys Greatest Hits CD that I stole from my mother on my Discman over and over and over again.
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