I want to play pool again, though. That's another way I've been corrupted, but this time it was by Sara. When the temperature is above fifty degrees at 11 PM, it's too hot. I wish it were colder. I want snow.
Snow is a good thing.
Yes, I really am planning to run off to Alaska some day, but not in the Calvin and Hobbes avoid everyone way, but in the Alaska is much more interesting than California or Oregon way. Other people bother me, but I need them. So what if I only need them to do stuff for me, it's still need. I wish I were writing in Spanish. That would cut my word count way down.