Twenty-three has always been significant in my calendar. This month's twenty-three, in particular, is the first anniversary of my friend's decision to intimidate (and threaten) me with >:). Closely related to this phenomenon was L.A.'s Devil, which you might have remembered from this wicked post.
I'm looking at the clock and it's 11:23 PM. I really don't think I have the time for this but for the sake of what little communication I have with her lately, I will post this just so she knows I won't be forgetting it anytime soon.
I hate purple. Or plum. Or violet. Different names, same vexation. Laughing purple devils are the worst.
So I apologize if I don't really have anything to write about. Maybe I can't keep my head straight because I'm finding it hard to stay up just so I can watch the clock tick as the twenty-second becomes the twenty-third.
Or maybe it's something else entirely.
In any case, I promise to do something more tomorrow, or the day after it. I'm not proud of this post at all and it's mostly uninteresting and pointless, excluding the fact that it highlights the first of two custom holidays.
[Micah, I owe you a lot. You're probably asleep right now but HELLO anyway, if you're reading this.]
