while i was in the parking lot smoking this afternoon, a helicopter flew overhead right across where the sun was in the sky, for like a half second i was in its shadow. it was like a longtin heli-clipse. what are the odds of that?
yeah, nothing much to report, and off to live free or die hard, despite the utter nonsense of that imperative sentence. i mean, shouldn’t someone who is living free(ly) also want to die hard (i.e., be difficult to kill)? i don’t feel the two should be mutually exclusive.
you should probably stop smoking.
whoops…it put your name automatically. but you should be telling yourself the same thing anyway.
haha, i hadn’t thought of it as an omen… i doubt the helicopter was trying to tell me something. maybe it means i’ll be a helicopter pilot someday.