The end is near.
This is my family. Leonard, I am so sorry. This is my fault. I should have called you. Honey, I should’ve taken you out to lunch and we should’ve talked. But I didn’t do that. And I’m sorry about the Mort and the Maura and the he and the she. I’m just a person. And you’re just a person. And here we are. And baby, you need to get in this whirlpool, or you need to get out of it.
If you know anything about recursion you’ll understand the cute joke that Google just played.
We’ve all been here.
When I was in middle school my best friend was this boy from Jordan that waited for me every morning so we could walk to class together even though we had different homerooms. I didn’t really think anything of it until my mom made passing comments “Your friend is waiting for you. He is very handsome.” Sometimes I would be angry that he waited for me. “You know you don’t have to wait for me.” Secretly I liked that he waited. There were days I would get there earlier than him and I would walk ever so slowly because I didn’t have the courage to wait. It’s funny because now I spend the majority of my days waiting.