Sounds like you've still got all your limbs. Welcome back.
I would blame the becks-stylishness, yoyo.
this isn'tt hte oen about bollywoood. but. it's still the mos trecent [ost. where the hll are you peple?
bomber jacket and sungaless. yes, I know this is the wrong threa.d.
This place is always dead on weekends.
and why? none of us have lifes.
gddamnit.
-gg-damnit!
I'm always here. Apparently many of the others have lives (strange as it seems).
I was in a coffee shop reading The Quincunx, but it closed with ~30 pages to go. Good god but there's a lot of plot in this book.
My days off are weekdays instead of Sat. and Sun. Good for the wife (and occasionally myself) going to school, and me being around for the kids. But for having a life? Not so much.
And those ski boots didn't fit properly, anyway.
Uh oh. ..hope you're well. . .welcome home. .
The lost luggage almost always turn up. I would expect them to deliver it to you today.
You know, you only have to leave your car keys in your checked baggage once in your life. Some lucky folks don't even have to do it once.