Thursday, April 7
Willy Blogger. Late as usual.
An entry for 2 April came and went recently. It featured images which remained undiscovered by Blogger despite my efforts. Perhaps, one day.
Meanwhile, Next Week For Sure lost volleyball (about twenty-seven to fifty-three) last week and soccer (nil to five) this week. Work has yet to become something I look forward to. The garden is overgrown despite the drought. My mum went to London yesterday. And Katie stayed over because Gavin and Denver were away.
I finally paid off my Echo yesterday. Next month I might buy some new tyres.
An entry for 2 April came and went recently. It featured images which remained undiscovered by Blogger despite my efforts. Perhaps, one day.
Meanwhile, Next Week For Sure lost volleyball (about twenty-seven to fifty-three) last week and soccer (nil to five) this week. Work has yet to become something I look forward to. The garden is overgrown despite the drought. My mum went to London yesterday. And Katie stayed over because Gavin and Denver were away.
I finally paid off my Echo yesterday. Next month I might buy some new tyres.
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I don't know if anyone else has pointed this out Mr. Christ, but I think the movie referred to in the explanation of your blog's title (found to the right of your blog) should be An American Werewolf in London, and not the similarly titled (and rather inferior) one set in Paris.
Me too. I thought that, too. But that's what it says in Ghastly Beyond Belief. Maybe Gaiman and Newman (and their editor) just got it wrong. Is it wrong of me to perpetuate their mistake? (Is there some clever irony about blogging I can claim was intentional?)
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