Yay, three weeks. I’ll celebrate with some sleep tonight, and hopefully something with a noir theme for dreams as opposed to fibonnaci sequences and dramatic chipmunks.
And yes, I know that it’s not a chipmunk but a common prairie dog, or gopher. But as a flatlander hailing from the paris of the prairies, I know exactly what destruction those lil buggers can wrath.
About the same as me without my coffee on a monday morning…
I’m still here,
Three weeks, 3 hours, 17 minutes and 6 seconds. 253 cigarettes not smoked, saving $106.53. Life saved: 21 hours, 5 minutes.