About a week ago, my really-cool Billabong watch died. It's one of those waterproof types that requires some special NASA device to open it up, so I'll have to take it in to have the battery replaced. I switched to my Mickey Mouse watch . . .
. . . which died two days later. I went to get a new battery for it, and replaced it. I closed it and went to re-set it using the clock on the kitchen wall . . .
. . . which was also dead. I figure the universe is trying to tell me something.
Isn't everything in the world supposed to stop moving when all my clocks stop? Didn't I see that in an old "Twilight Zone" or something?
Observations, rants, and plausible
deniability from a person who refuses
to be a prisoner of his own world.
deniability from a person who refuses
to be a prisoner of his own world.
The Village
I AM WRITING!
My Screenplay -- Draft Three
I'm currently reading:
On my Kindle 2
I'm listening to:
iTunes Radio
I'm driving:
The Honda FCX Clarity
