Essays aren't easy. Especially scholastic essays. Well, whatever. I have no idea. Also, Karen is workin' on her forum, so my material might have to wait a wee longer due to that as well.
I have no complaints anymore. I got to spend part of the wee hours of the mornin' on the covered upstairs balcony watchin' the rain come down of a statistically warm night with a kettle of tay, and I was actually joined by my mentor. We watched the rain, finished off the kettle, and held each other for a while before we went in again. After, we went to take the empties to the kitchen, he told me to go to bed.
I did, and wrapped myself around the mullethead. I actually did pass out, and it was nice.
Now I'm up again, and we will not be having breakfast. We will be hittin' the town to chow to celebrate the bogus Rupture. . .I mean Rapture Day, and laugh at all those who fell for it.
Here's a suggested prank to pull, though we will not be takin' part:
http://chzmemebase.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/memes-does-everyone-have-their-rapture-buddy.jpg
Hell o' funny, and I guess the up part is if some homeless dude or dudette (I'm sorry! Sausage casin', or chick.) finds the clothes, they have an extra pair if it fits 'em.
We're a'goin' for Thai food today. Can I handle 'hot' yet?
Oh, I don't know. I think I'll settle for medium, which is Hell o' hot in my opinion, but I'm gettin' there. It's an acquired taste, but I'm movin' in that direction. I am at the stage where I'd like a fire extinguisher when gettin' rid of it.
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