500 is a big number, it is not a million, but it is how many posts I have now. Woot Woot, I know no one cares but me. At least I still care and love myself. Ha Ha Waah Waah. It is funny, but it is not.
I hope to make $500 tomorrow. That is a dream. I hope to get rid of 500 mice, or the few I hear trying to get into my house. I need to get 500 signatures notarized tomorrow. I hope to get 500 minutes of sleep. I am supposed to go to an outdoor event tomorrow night. I don’t want to go, I hope it rains so I can say I am not going.