About I, Myself and Me
On January 28, 1986, the world changed forever. It was the day of my b-...no, not my birth. Hmm...hold on, let me get a calendar. OK. Actually, it was the day of the Challenger disaster. Yeah. That was a bad day... Fortunately for me, though, I was born almost a year later on December 11, 1986. On that day, mind you, my life changed forever. And ever since that day I've tried to imagine what it would be like to live in a world where NASA didn't act like a careless teenager, never listening to reason and refusing to learn arithmetic.
But enough about the space program for now. Let me tell you a little about myself. Looking at these photos, I know what you're thinking: who is this good-looking stud, and why have I yet to make his acquaintance? Well, fear not, ladies. I'm around; I promise. In fact, I've been avoiding you, playing hard to get. That's just how I roll. I hope you can handle it. You can try to call me if you want, but I doubt I'll be able to pick up. I'm busy, baby, and you're just going to learn how to deal. Well, that's about all I'm going to tell you about me, folks. Looks like you need to take more initiative.
On a different note, daylight-saving time is coming up. Pretty soon, we’ll all be going forward an hour, whether you like it or not. And this year, it’s happening three weeks earlier than usual (the second Sunday in March), thanks to Congress—I’m glad they’ve got the important things under control. Washington thinks that more daylight in the early evening would reduce energy use, and scientists are confident that this time change alone will save enough energy to curb the effects of global warming.
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