A long week finally over. That’s G.
(That was lame.)
We’ll hire a dog to burn down a hospital
I’ve written many times about the Intersection of Death near my apartment building. I wasn’t around to witness it, but it looks like yet another victim hath been claimed. Really, I should just call it the Intersection of Unfortunate Fender Benders and T-Bones, as no one’s died, to my knowledge. Alas, Intersection of Death sounds much more interesting and ominious.
In case you can’t tell, those are smashed bits of a bumper there.
I meant to go running today, even going so far as to move my running shoes 10 inches to remind me. Alas, I sat down on the couch for a brief respite after work and passed out. I woke up again at 1:58am, wide awake with nothing to do. I would’ve run, but fearing various drive-by shootings and random knifings, I opted against a late-night run.