Oh ya, baby! It’s that time again:
Deep Thoughts!
“I remember how my great-uncle Jerry would sit on the porch and whittle all day long. Once he whittled me a toy boat out of a larger toy boat I had. It was almost as good as the first one, except now it had bumpy whittle marks all over it. And no paint, because he had whittled off the paint.”
– Jack Handy
(Ya, ya… That’s me at 2 a.m., blogging. Sleeplessness and I are one in the same these days. I really must do something about this, soon.)
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we should really exchange emails, since i was up and running this morning too.
There’s a plan, Stan! Next time, I’ll drop you a line and we can head to Timmy’s or something.
It would be better than sitting here at that hour doing jack shit with my time!!
Errr… I meant that in entirely the best way possible. We definitely need to meet soon, Ritchie! (Whether it be at 2am, or 2pm!)
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