Oh boy oh boy oh boy!!! I've hit 2200 page views!!!
I'll be even more excited when I hit 2222, because I'm just kind of funky that way.
I'm on exactly 2200 pageviews right now, and I'm a bit sad that the number and its glorious evenness is about to go away. Sigh.
A few things.
One: Allen called me yesterday to tell me someone called him at 2:30 in the morning, but he didn't answer the call, since it was from a number he didn't recognize. When he woke up in the morning to walk to work, he noticed he had a voicemail, so he listened to it. Then he tells me that the voicemail was the scariest sounding recording ever. He likened the voice to that of Jigsaw (of the Saw franchise fame), and it was telling him something about nine people, leaving space for one more. And did he know who that one was? Him. And then I guess it hung up. He sounded freaked out about it, so I asked him if he was alarmed. He said he was, a bit, but there was more. So, he said he was listening to the voicemail while he walked to work, in the dark, feeling a bit freaked out, but he wanted to save it so I could listen to it, too (since I love weird things like that. Being scared is delicious). So, he was on his way home and he realized that he didn't have a voicemail any more. No voicemail, no record of any bizarre phone call being made. Nothing. I asked him if he dreamed it. He promised he didn't. So, I told him to Google it when he got home, and I told him to call me if he found anything. He never called. I went on my own Google search, but came up with nothing, as well. I did listen to some other clever and bizarre marketing voicemails for scary movies, though. Those were quite enjoyable.
Two: The sky was absolutely littered with hot air balloons this morning, and it made me so happy. I looked in my rear-view mirror before I turned on to my street, and the backdrop of low-hanging hot air balloons against a cloudy sky and the stark outline of the mountains was just gorgeous.
Three: I don't care much for Socrates.
That's all I've got for now. I would happily expound on why I think Socrates is awful, but I have a shitload of work to do, and I also have an exceptionally full backpack sitting next to me, aching for me to take a book out and study some more. But I have to finish my work first. Why I Hate Socrates can come later.
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