I wish to conduct myself in a manner that is equal parts dramatic, yet woefully stupid, illustrating the point of nothing, in its entirety.
Of course I am completely unable to think what that action or activity would be, so I just continue to stand here in relative silence enjoying the rain, from inside.
My wife just insisted that I read a post on FB from a bagel store in my home town.
Seems they (the store) just realized how much Bristol, PA is into pork roll.
I'm now requiring she pick up porkroll, egg, and cheese on a bagel tomorrow, cause I am highly suggestible, and cravings can last days.
Also, PORK ROLL!
Sometimes package delivery makes no sense.
They've been calling for torrential down pours for two days. So explain to me why anyone would deliver a package 3 feet short of being under the roof of the porch. They already walk most of the 10 feet from the curb to the house.
Thankfully the thing in the package didn't get wet, not that the box didn't try to fail.
Shake my head.
My traumatic childhood that I don't think I've had struck again today. I was talking to someone about pranks our siblings played on us, and they talked about how their sibling hid their shoes, and I told them about the time mine used my sleeping head as a dartboard but he had such bad aim he only hit me once, and then everyone started looking at me funny again.
I gotta stop talking about my childhood.
Calm Waters Coffee in Bristol, PA.
Been visiting family, and missing my espresso machine.
I'm really not all that interesting, unless you consider the coffee-fueled mania that is the day-to-day struggle of my love affair with data interesting.