Why You're Here:

You've said to yourself, "beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine."

You've often thought about what it would have been like to drop acid with Groucho Marx.

You know that until you measure it, an electron is everywhere, and your mind reels at the implications.

You'd like to get drunk on the wine from my sweet, sweet mind grapes.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Moving, T Minus 6 Days

I'm bringing 34 years of finely honed procrastination skillz to bear on my move. Hell, I'm even impressing myself!

If I had my way, I'd put all my stuff in a pile and burn it, but I'd wager that's bad for the environment and would result in years of regret. But it would make me infinitely cooler.

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