Home Cooking

After an embarrassing departure from Crawfordsville — I left my backpack (including the PowerBook on which I’m now typing, and my Visor) in the Wabash Center shuttle, heartfelt thanks to Derek for doubling back to drop them off at the airport — and a plane flight seated spent seated next to a mountainous airplane mechanic whose mammoth shoulders and arms left me no space, I arrived home and found that I had spammed myself (twice!). I apologize to anyone who got this promise of instant wealth (or whatever) and didn’t filter it out because it seemed to be from me; if it’s any consolation, I seem to be this pseudo-me’s target as well as you.

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