On Wednesday night I visited the home of Jess & Dan in order to celebrate Jess's impending and exciting career change. We went out for Indian food, destroyed a board game, and determined that Dan and I will never succeed in running away together because we would run in opposite directions. Based on that last, I composed a very short story in which two people in, say, Montana decided to run away together. "We'll meet in Portland!" they said. It was a sad story.
I am sadly behind on my scanning responsibilities for the open mic visual art exhibit. I have four pieces waiting to be displayed. I promise that it will get done.
Happy Friday the Thirteenth, folks. Remember to knock on wood. If you want someone to let you through a door. And if any black cats cross your path, give them a pat for me.