Reading other people's crap...
So I've been reading other people's journals lately.
People I don't know, and some people I sure I do know. And it struck me that these might be people who I will never know, or maybe people I'd want to know. Then again, maybe the people I know aren't the people I think they are. You never know. Some journals reveal information that is quite personal and others....
...well, let's just say if you want a dead journal, you have to be a little odd.
Lots of surveys. Lots of quiz results. And a lot of them are not kept or updated. Which stinks
Tomorrow, yet another meeting with Fr. Tom Nestor. Then I get to go to work. Wednesday, I hit up the Yacht Club. I'm not sure about the Sub Shop. I mean, I hate dealing with customers. I hate having to make Teddy repeat himself. Other than that, it's all good. I mean, money's good. Stockpiling it is good. Maybe I should get into the stock market?
Now, for something uplifting...
"Two is not one plus one, two is a thousand times one! For all we know, perhaps it wasn't even good for God to be alone."
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