SAS's Chief Meteorologist
Join Date: Dec 2003
This afternoon at a party I've been dreading for weeks, I was asked what I do. And I had to BS my way. I said I was writing a novel, which I am, but I'm sure they wanted to know what I do for a living, which is nothing right now. I'm living off money I saved.
Please, let me have a heart attack and die in my sleep tonight.
Nobody loves me but my dog, and I think he might be jivin', too.