Feb 12, 1901
Saw something ominous. This may be my last entry.
Feb 13, 1901
An ill omen. If anyone reads this, I have met a wretched fate.
Feb 14, 1901
Dire portents today. Black daws. Last entry maybe.
Feb 15, 1901
I have reason to believe that this may be my last entry
the verb 'intimate' has etymological roots extending all the way back to ancient roman military procedure, where it denoted the act of killing every introvert in a standing army as punishment
i'm so sick of the blatant favoritism of these judges in this cooking show i'm watching. they pretend to think about it and argue over it but they always just pick whichever meal was their favorite
taxing billionaires is actually rather unsound policy from an economic perspective because if it happens i will get really upset and start harming all the people in the world
every time i'm in the small talk part at the start of a meeting i entertain that small mad hope that this time it doesn't have to end, this talk of you and i and the changes of the year, that we can stay here, that we can stay here where it's warm
there's literally no evidence the dodo bird is extinct. what, are you gonna show me a spot where a dodo bird isn't? how convincing. your "evidence" is literally nothing