So, Doug came over yesterday. Basically he set up his laptop next to my desk and we played Final Fantasy XI all day. Which, I admit is a little weird since it's an online game and we play together all the time. But it was nice having him here to talk to.
Anyway, we got hungry (like you do) and ordered some pizza. And the pizza guy thought he was my son! What the fuck!! He's 23! Do I look that freaking old?? I mean, I know the baldness throws people off, but seriously people. Do I really look like I could have a 23 year old son? I mean really? Talk about a hit to the old self-esteem.
Shit.
So anyway, as far as the subject line goes, I've been thinking about it for a while now and I think it's time I started pricing.
Anyway, we got hungry (like you do) and ordered some pizza. And the pizza guy thought he was my son! What the fuck!! He's 23! Do I look that freaking old?? I mean, I know the baldness throws people off, but seriously people. Do I really look like I could have a 23 year old son? I mean really? Talk about a hit to the old self-esteem.
Shit.
So anyway, as far as the subject line goes, I've been thinking about it for a while now and I think it's time I started pricing.