I think my self given 40 minutes are about up. And I'm going to get sappy.
This place is my primary social network. I work with two other guys and our jobs are behind secured doors. I don't have much contact with people that I see.
I find comfort in the good people here on HBT.
Someday I'll have a life and probably won't be posting so much. That's a dream and curse.
Goodnight HBT.
Sweet dreams, buttercup.
And before the chickens I just had my plants, they wouldn't even chirp at me. Nothing, they just grew and said nothing. At least the chickens chirp.
Yeah, but the plants don't start screaming when you decide to experiment with a steak knife/lighter/cordless drill...