Monday, April 28, 2008

Just Some Lame Stuff

I sit in the car waiting for my wife, the sleeping baby in the back an anchor mooring me here in the driver's seat going nowhere, watching strangers drift in scattered paths of ahead of me. I'm a bit jealous of their wanderings, but I look in the mirror, see my sleeping son's face, and (I don't know why) I am comforted.


Julie said...

You're right. Totally lame.

Mickey said...


And I predict that you will enjoy the rest of [redacted], but that guy doesn't need your link.

I don't know. Something about knowing that a hundred other people are reading the same posts takes the fun out of it for me. Kind of like when your favorite band gets discovered by the masses.

Jacob said...

Mickey: I don't have enough readers to care about who makes my blog roll. That list is the literally the entire blog of blogs I read. It's easier for me just click the links to the right after publishing my post than it is to bother with the bookmarks.

Jacob said...

Dammit, I need to restart this computer. There's some lag all of the sudden and it's skipping entire words that I actually typed.