I'm glad to put last week behind me. Some pretty amazing moments, and some pretty dreadful ones, all rolled into the same sennight. What are you going to do? Take the great with the gritty, I guess.
In addition to employment-related program activities, this week's playlist includes a cheese outing for the Omaha Beach Party (and friends) tomorrow night at the home of garyomaha and M. Also, a running start on Madness of Flowers revisions, since that's due pretty much now. Potlatch at the end of the week of course. Did I mention that I have a life?
And just because I have the power:
Who am I and why am I filling out this poll?
B.F. Skinner, because you never had any conscious choice anyway.
Henry David Thoreau, because Mrs. Emerson was too busy to cook dinner today.
Philip K. Dick, because the government told you to.
Gort, Klaatu barada nikto!
What day of the week is this, anyway?
Monday. Why did it have to be Monday?
I don't know. Some day that ends in a "Y". Who cares?
The first day of the rest of my life.
The last day of the rest of your life.
Shoeless Joe Jackson.