One case of conjunctivitis, two Belgian waffles, three states, four stuffy noses, five chocolate milks, six “Are they all yours?” queries, seven pieces of salt water taffy, eight choruses of Big Rock Candy Mountain, nine bridges, and I literally just fell asleep while trying to think of ten, so it’s time to quit thinking and go to sleep.
Pacific Time Is Just So Strange
Gusty Winds May Exist
Standing on a Corner Down in Winslow Arizona
WikiMapia, or Yet Another Way to Spend Half Your Morning on the Computer
We Survived (This Far)