Saturday, April 08, 2006

The weather is cold. Cars are in the garage.

There's so much to say in the course of a day, but when I sit down in front of the white screen, I got nothing. So, I will leave you all with two sentences to contemplate, one found, one composed:

"In stature, the alpaca is considerably inferior to the llama, but has the same unpleasant habit of spitting."

"So, I see you've shacked up with a weirdo."