  Another non-blog, with the always ominous threat of becoming a poem. I'm going to write something that isn't true, for a change. It's a game. You have to guess which one thing I say is not really true. Today I heard on the news that all of the bears in the world suddenly went extinct, and we thought it was going to be the great panda, but there is still one left. It was the result of something in the air; perhaps the west bear virus, or Scandinavian poachers. Koala bears did not follow, as they are not really true bears, and do not live in Scandinavia, nor are they susceptible to bear viruses.
Tomorrow is my twenty-third birthday, and I am going to be twenty-three. I think it's appropriate, given the circumstances. I feel quite ready, except for the fact that I ate some sausages that didn't quite settle with me, but I am optimistic that I will become older regardless of this fact. Morning approaches. I believe I may be tired. 
