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Thursday, November 06, 2008

November 6, 2008

I'm nineteen and I'm alive. What am I doing for my birthday? Not a thing, except, well, blogging.

Tuesday, November the fourth, author Michael Crichton died. As you could easily see from previous blogs, I appreciate his work. So, everyone should take the time to go read his biography, and perhaps even one of his novels.

1 comment:

JustApril said...

66 is too young =( I was sad when I saw that scrolling along the bottom during the news. No more MC books to look forward to. Poor you =((

...and... I can't believe you told Nikki you feel old! What the? lol I hope you feel young when you are 39


oh and the word verification word is "dinglers" ummmmm..... no comment