XXXII

Today, at approximately 18:30 Greenwich Mean Time, I turn 32. I don’t feel 32. Heck. I dunno, it doesn’t even really feel like my birthday today at all. Don’t get me wrong, I know it is and I’m happy for that fact, It is just that it’s the end of November and I’m so used to having snow and sub-zero temperatures by now that the lack thereof is throwing my internal seasonal clock all out of whack. Here I am with the temperature hovering around 18 degrees and the weather feeling (to me at least) like what I’d expect in late September or early October. I feel like I should be gearing up for Thanksgiving and, subsequently, Halloween. Instead I’m sitting like a deer in the headlights while the 18 wheeler that is the Christmas retail season barrels head-long towards me. (As an aside, I’ve got a rant brewing on that subject but I’m going to save it for another day.)

At this rate, it’ll probably be February before I am ready for Christmas so if you don’t get anything from me, you’ll know why… or at least now I can use this as an excuse to not get people gifts 😛

Anyways. Enough melancholy bullshit from me for now. I’m off to amuse myself for the rest of the day.

8 thoughts on “XXXII

  1. *screams*
    “Do you hear that Fezzik? That is the sound of ultimate suffering. My heart made that sound when the six-fingered man killed my father. The Man in Black makes it now.”

  2. Good grief. Trevor is still in existence? I thought he fell off the face of the earth!

    Oh yeah, and happy birthday. 😉

  3. Ok, I have two responses to that. You can decide which is more appropriate to the situation.

    1) Trev is like bad mexican food; just when you thought it was gone, it comes back and haunts you in the worst possible way, and usually involves a change of underwear.

    2) Trev is an advanced, TL14+ holochronic mainframe A.I. with advanced data gathering nodes that exist in multiple spacetime parallels simultaneously. In other words, he is was and always will be.

    Okay, so there is always the third and most obvious of answers, to which I shall paraphrase the estimable Gag Halfrunt and say… Trev’s just zis guy, ya know.

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