I finally Read The Martian


As I began to read this little gem I became convinced that the narrator and I would be bosom pals if he ever existed. This is the problem with most of my imaginary friends, and now I’m sad. I guess I’ll go buy a few cats, start breaking in a cane I can wave at the neighborhood younglings, and re-read passages in this book and chuckle like a crazy person in public.

This is a great plan. Go me.

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