Today was a boring. Nothing much. I uploaded a picture for your downloading pleasure. It shall henceforth decorate this day of remembrance.
Yes, it's that day again. April 27. My own personal day of infamy. I only minutes ago commented to Mr. R how it's taken me so many years to go through April 27 as though it were just another day. I'm truly getting wiser as I get older. And yes, I'm so much older than that now.
Tonight, we ate soup for dinner that we made together in near silence. We're thinking a lot these days and I could feel that we were thinking the same thing. Let's just make some soup. We even made dinner for tomorrow at the same time, because the ingredients were there and we were on a psychic jelly roll. Life is so good. I'm very happy while deep down horribly sad. It's my Jewish heritage. It's human nature. Will I ever find true happiness? Sometimes I wonder if the Buddhists haven't got a clue and it's all suffering and that's it. Ha, what a joke.I choice none of the above. How's by you, eh?
Stand by one moment, an operator will be with you shortly.
1 comment:
Happy birthday. :)
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