Good thoughts and prayers to tigs grampa. If he’s
anything like the stubborn old git that tig is he’ll be around for a while.
Aside:
Foo. My “1” key is broken.
Morning
Semi dream for ya.
It really sucks when you’re on the moon and the only good sandwich joint gets
destroyed huh? And you’re stuck with two other guys and the only alternative
is a mcdonalds? It was bad enough when there were two places to eat, but then
one got damaged/destroyed (think lander accident from Armageddon). Then you have to
decide what to do and running in anger/fear in a space suit is kinda scary.
I’m thinking I really should make a separate page for my dreams, to keep my
sleeping insantity away from my waking insanity.