Back from the weekend. Three days, same conversation. (More re-writing in my future.)

218: Carl had almost expected him to deny it.
219: "We didn't know. That was the point." She said.
220: "You murder a man, in a way that implicates me, and all you have to say is 'Oh, yeah, that'?"

Regrets... I've had a few...

But then again, too few to mention.

But I'm gonna mention them anyway. One of my regrets was, many years ago, not sending this email verbatim.

In other news, I just realized I've had this blog for about 11 years now. That's a lot of crap spewed out of my keyboard. And a lot of pictures of my cats.