Love the curtains, WS!
Matt, heh. But, clearly you made it back alive (unless you're not actually Matt, just some nameless horror that sneaked up behind Matt beside those darkened fields and hitched a psychic ride and is now wearing a cunning Matt disguise -- please don't be that thing, okay?).
Why in God's name am I awake?
Waiting in front of my house for a page. Usually I just turn the app on and it pings immediately.
ASSCAP SEXPO with no food, that's just not right.
I don't know whether to ask you to tell us something only the
real
Matt would know, or to suggest you add in a few more details and submit that to the next Bulwer Lytton contest.
Thanks, JZ. When I walked in to Joann's that day, they had 13 yards of Exploding TARDIS fabric. When I walked out, they had zero. I adore that design on both aesthetic and geek grounds.
This morning I saw Red Skull waiting for the same train I was. On second glance his skull was more pinkish-red than red, so he must have been wearing a partially-effective disguise.
Last night I took the dog out about midnight and there cops prowling around on my block, a couple on foot, plus two SUVs doing slow drives through the alley. Plus an unmarked driving along the walkway through the park, who stopped and asked me if I'd seen anyone running. So that was a little freaky.
It was probably Red Skull.
Sorry, yes, that is freaky--especially for your own block.
Over the weekend I heard gunshots in my neighborhood for the first time in ages.
Red Skull killed the thread.
That Wild Pea hummus is no joke delicious!
Today is my last day at this job. So weird.