So I was driving back from D.C. with Kimberly two weekends ago, and about five miles outside of Richmond I thought, "Huh. I do not know the quickest route to our new house." And during those five miles, I came up with five different paths, all of which would have taken about 15-20 minutes from the Richmond outskirts, by my reckoning. I did not know which to take, and on my next trip to D.C., I still do not know which to take. This is more annoying to me than you would guess.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
