My notebook of things I was (not.) right about.

Post Two.

I was fishing something out from behind somewhere that was just beyond my reach. It wasn’t working out for me so I fenagled an extraordinary stick with a clip on the end to grab what was out of my reach.

It worked.

My very first thought after my success?

I could totally escape from prison if the keys were juuussst out of my reach, outside my cell.

I know I’m right.