nothing is what it seems

On 2002-11-26 at 2:22 a.m....

The second, and I am not kidding here, the absolute infinitesimal pico-instant that your conversation starts to include phrases like 'This changes everything' and 'That's as much of the truth as I know how to tell you', it becomes searingly apparent that the evening is going to go downhill faster than a tactless nun on a suicidal mountain goat.

(I could say that the composition of that nun joke didn't make me feel at least 40% better, but I'd be lying.)

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