what you fear is an illusion
I'm spaced out. I really am. The man who chases down every single bug and nitpicks every single paragraph in a report (or so legend has it) let me escape in under forty five minutes. It can't be because I'm good (I'm being brutally honest), because hell, I can see holes the size of an average Abrams tank in my report. So WTF ?!
In other news, 50 things to eat before you die. I have apparently eaten an astonishing 41 of those. And I think the rest I pretty much don't want to eat anyway (Haggis ? yuck, Barramundi ?). And I intend having item no. 42 (Cornish Pastry) before the end of 2005. Hey, I'm in the same country, so surely ...
and in other news: it started snowing today. Just a small flurry or two that melted, but close enough. White Christmas, anyone ?