Those Were the Days Back Then...

1. Go into your blog's archives.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005
At one particularly loud point, I yelled across the room to Aaron, "Hey, do you still want to have kids?" I'm not exactly sure what he replied, since the 7th level of Dante's hell broke forth in the living room between us, but I'm sure it was an affirmative - who wouldn't want kids that can double as fog horns?

Ahhhh... I miss my family! This is in reference to a Thanksgiving at my brother Wayne's house. I miss the little foghorns... By the way, you should all be singing along with Mary Hopkins after reading this post's title.

While I'm at it...
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.

The Fountainhead: Ayn Rand
Now he wished that Roark would display some emotion; it seemed unnatural for him to be so quietly natural in the circumstances.

Holy, crap - did a book just read my mind?! Hmmm... I wonder if Ayn Rand can be used like a magic 8-ball or the I Ching. Ok, my mind is open, let's flip it open and see what line 5 has for me.... woah, she's good:

When they met, they talked as if nothing had changed.

I suppose getting a line with a little advice would be is too much, lol. Wow, I opened the book again, not looking for anything, and the first line my eyes ran into were:

Hey, come here a minute, would you?

Oh yeah, she's good. She's good.