by Tomorrow's Man
October 01, 2003
It figures. Yet another day that I spend in its entirety -- from the opening of my crusty eyes right on through happy hour's happier quarter-hour from 1:20-1:35, then stumbled into dusk and all that "spooky dark" promise it brings, with all around me in a state -- yet again -- of Me No Habla Pepperoni.
This is getting just far too irritating.
Me No Habla Pepperoni Indeed.