Breadcrumbs of a Bastard

Life is funny. Keeping track of it is funnier. This should be just the sort of exhibitionist diary Rob needs to get the stories out of his system. Or not. Either way, suspend your disbelief, because everything below is true. Except when it's not.

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Christening the Compendium

It's seven P.M. and I am absolutely bored out of my mind. There seems to be little point to posting such a non-commital comment, but I feel as though this will galvanize me to post otherwise.