Every time I go to leave my house alone and it's dark outside, I have these thoughts that come to me like the introduction of story on Unsolved Mysteries and the narrator in my head always has the voice of Robert Stack. They usually only happen between the door and my car, and they usually go something like this:
It was a chilly, rainy evening in March when Bethany was last seen leaving for the grocery store.
After I get in and start the car, the narration stops. It almost feels like one of those choose your own adventure novels or something. When it starts it always ominous, and I know that it's the beginning of a disappearance or mystery, but I have no idea where it's going, or what happens.
Fact:
There is no excuse for this sorry blog.
Fact:
I hate head colds. I would rather have the flu. The vomiting, aching, diarrhea-ing stomache flu, than a cold. With the flu, the odds of getting out of work due to illness are much better than with a cold. With a cold, people (in my own mind, maybe not really though) expect you to suck it up and take a Dayquil or something, but with a flu, the first mention of diarrhea and they are like "Oh! Stay home! Get better! Drink lots of liquids!".
Fact:
I have always wanted a chia pet.
Fact:
Lima beans are toxic waste.
Fact:
I think I like this boy.
That is all.
~B
