Tricks.

I hold grudges. This is not a fun pastime. Mostly they die, sometimes they don't (at least not fast enough, because they're fundamentally a waste of time on a wasted effort, and any time is really too much).

( This is kind of silly, but only from the outside. )

Also got a ride home in a cop car. That is a total tangent, but I and AFAIK everyone is fine, and it was kind of cool, and the officer was very nice and polite. Looked a little like Reg Shoe, though with shorter hair and no scarring.

On another note, my scanner is apparently better than the one at work. And my tax forms came in yesterday, so I can get started on that. I know I have at least one receipt on my desk that needs to be shuffled into the deductible medical expenses section of the return, and there may be more.

But it's been nearly a one-hour post, since I started writing before I went out--this was originally the aforementioned rant--and I should go to bed.

This is public, so I have no idea who of all the world that could might be reading it; but I hope you have a happy new year.

Shockingly early, I know.

Italicized duplicate responses.

( The Year in Rev--wait. )