today’s queez has gone to the dogs of december

there is finally a little bite to the air. about freakin time. it is supposed to be friggin 50 on sunday. bastard nature.

my migraine is gone, and it seems like 10,000 lbs have been lifted from my shoulders. i am having dinner tonight, then traveling upstate, returning early am sunday to move someone, then collapsing into protoplasm.

EDIT:Question 12 is iffy, as per ‘s insights, so guess any number ya want! My apologies for thinking my eighth grade history teacher knew all the facts, simply because he was Titanic obsessed.