what is sadder?
The fact that my life these days is this uninteresting, that two separate people have accused me of having a broken page, or that people want to read about how uninteresting my life is?
Pipe down, you doomed souls. You'll get your oddly vituperative ramblings sometime later tonight, after Queer Eye comes on.
(Maybe it's the moving exhaustion, the fact that I've had a low-level headache for most of today, or that I'm really not looking forward to more packing fun that's making me so catankerous. My own wife had to listen to me make grumpy old man noises throughout most of the morning, capped off with my resolution to be in a crabby bad mood for most of the day today. So far it's worked just fine. My bad mood will be ruined, however, with the ride home where I'll get to sleep on the train, and then plop down in front of the TV with a beer and wonderful reality television. Yes, Mer and I are part of the problem.)