To DC or Not to DC...
...That is the question.
Sorry, Billy Shakespeare. I know I killed your famous quote there, but it has been on my mind a bit. Whether or not we should go back there, I mean.
Right now, however, I'm in the farthest place from there.
I really wish I could take a picture of what I'm seeing right now, but Total has the camera's memory card.
He's not allowed in here, as you can see:
I can hear him coughing like an old man outside. I can't tell if he's being his overly dramatic self, if he's really an old dude, or if he's sick. Better stay away from me, is all I can say.
Anyway, I'm looking at a vending machine with books in it. Like, where I would usually get a bag of greasy potato chips and a gooey chocolate bar...filled with books. Including one of ours.
Does that mean I'm cooler or disposable now?
Good thing all these Christmas cookies and leftovers are half-off today. Means we can save whatever we have left of our money and still afford to, I dunno...EAT.
...Now I sound like an old dude.
-Fang.
