I don’t know if I should worship my backpack or drive a wooden stake through its heart and shoot it with silver bullets. For three days I obsessively looked through every pocket knowing my keys were in there somewhere, and never found them. Today, I was looking for something else and guess what popped out. I had the same backpack in Mexico a couple of years ago, and stuck a bottle of some cool looking hot sauce I picked up in a small market in one of the pockets. Forgot about it. That backpack then traveled with me, Julia, or Amanda to four cities and three or four countries over the next year or so before the Department of Homeland Security found the sauce. The backpack? It’s one of these, with, like, two zillion pockets.
But before that, don’t forget to wake up early in the morning to catch Matthew Chapman on Atheist Talk Radio on Sunday (details here when available).
That is all for now.