My diary of bad luck?

Well, I just read aha’s thread and didn’t post to it. Therefore, I should have a stretch of bad luck in the near future. I’ll chronicle it here.

Hmmm…it’s been about 30 seconds now, and nothing so far. My foot itches a little bit…the situation is resolved. I’m heading over to a friend’s to play a little bridge now…the veracity of aha’s prophecy should reveal itself.

More events as they unfold.

Good luck Rousseau mmmmahahahahhoahaaa…

By the way I am getting drunk on cheap champagne

Good luck, Rousseau!

That’s right! It’s Saturday night!

Elephant for me tonight, old chap.

Hmmm.

Last time aha indulged in the bubbly, he conceived the ridiculous, quioxitic–and successful–goal of luring Cecil himself out of seclusion.

The mind quakes at the implications. What next? He channels Raoul Wallenberg? Amelia Earhart? Judge Crater? Jimmy Hoffa? Well, have another naturally carbonated snort, pal. If ever existed a place for revelations, this is it.

We await developments.

Rousseau is off playing bridge. Hmmm. As a non-card player, excluding video poker and Free Cell, it’s hard to relate.

Unless Rousseau is actually Omar Sharif.

Which wouldn’t make an objective difference, actually, even though the most exciting thing I’m doing is laundry at the moment. (But it includes “cold water delicates”!)

Discuss among yourselves.

Veb

Well I can see it’s gonna be another exciting night on the ole SD board. Pass some my way aha.