My Number Was 888

...so, in totally mundane news....

Yesterday, I went to a government office, and had to take a number. The idea being that I would have to wait for it to be called. In actuality, the taking of the number was just a waste of paper, because the guards explained as they saw my puzzlement, I was ushered straight in... the number was already up.

My number was 888, actually, and if you know anything about either Kaballah (actually, I have to check on that) or the Terminator Canon (i.e. the two movies, Terminator and Terminator 2), you know that that is a kick-ass number.

Anyhow, at the time, I hardly noticed... but after getting home, during my cool-down period (outside was bright and hot... mid-day sun in tropical, always-sunny Barbados), I thought about the multitude of adventures that I had, and resolved to blog about, at the very least, that one.

And now... I shall lay me down to bed.

P.S. I finally realized why no-one ever comments on my blogs: I have the comments set to auto-screen, so... it is only by me checking for comments and publishing them that they will ever show up. Well, gives me an excuse to check the blog, I suppose, and prevents spam.