Friday, January 30, 2004 You know, this is just one of those days when you have to tell yourself, more than once, that there's no CONCLUSIVE evidence to suggest you were put on this earth with the sole destiny of dying alone, half-eaten by a Pomerian, in an apartment filled with rotting vegetables. There's no conclusive evidence. It is not a certain thing. It's one of those days. | permalink blog • archives • photos • about • contact This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All content © 2004.