Monday, January 23, 2006

Post-Hundredth Post Retrospective & Notes

We're all asking whether the clever-juice has dried up, or drained away for lack of vegetation, or something. I tend to err on the side of something.

As with the Actual God in his last post (uncertain whether he is still alive), I have a very sore throat and my will to live is steadily decreasing. If this be the same plague, I'm going to need someone to break into my apartment and check my pulse in a few days. Prepare for the worst.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Inquest

How do coins fall out of my pockets when I lie down? The coins are way down there in the bottom of the pocket.