"I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves." Ludwig Wittgenstein

Sunday, December 6, 2009


It was eat or be eaten, Richard thought. It was time to act, not to think.

He carried Lola’s Christmas gift in a small, plastic bag, which was half-filled with clear water. She’s going to love this. I just love these little fish--- they’re so cute.

As he left the tropical fish store, Richard mused, Damn it, I should just go ahead and ask her to marry me. I would, in a heartbeat, if she wasn’t so damn snappy.

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