Mister Pterodactyl
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
I've been a little stressed out lately.
Uncharacteristic of me. But it's been a busy time at work, there's some uncertainty, it wears on you. Then, as I left my apartment this morning, I opened my newspaper to see this.

And I felt easier.

It's hard to complain about anything in your life when you see what REAL tragedy looks like.
No kidding. And I was pissed about not sitting down to dinner until 7:30 last night.
Careful now, Todd. It's pretty much up to you and Uncle Jim to be the ones in the family of which it is said, "He was kind of quiet and kept to himself. But he seemed like a nice guy." Just after the chainsaw rampage, of course.
I never know what you're talking about, Steve.
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