It seems like every time I turn around, there's a new show about people returning from the dead. I guess that's our thing now.

It's my brother's 37th birthday. Though he's done pretty well in many aspects of life, he jokes a lot, when it comes up: "Oh, don't worry about my schedule. *I* don't have a family."

The thing is, he's really joking. He's not fishing, and he doesn't feel incomplete. I just worry about how long that non-feeling will last.

I've been sitting here trying to think of a header for a while now but can't think of anything. I guess there's not enough going on in the world or something.

...is still not here. This store must be busy for a total of about 48 hours a year, if that.

...

Vote and such!

...meh, at this stage, the clocks on all of our devices set themselves. I suppose there's the clock on the old microwave, but that's it.

Well, they really did it.

Did I get you?

Halloween snuck up on me this year. Not that it's here yet, but you know.