Eight Short Stories Down

Nine Ball


So eight are gone.  Out of twenty-six.  That leaves…drum roll…eighteen left.  Damn.  That doesn’t seem like a lot, does it.  Although eight doesn’t seem like a lot and I’ve run myself all sorts of ragged doing that many.  So maybe I should shut my mouth.

Still.  I don’t know why but for some reason reaching story number nine seems like a big landmark in my head.  Is twenty-six divisible by nine or something?  That…really seems like the type of thing I should be able to work out in my head.

Okay, I’m back, turns out it isn’t.  Anyway.  Something about this number makes me think this is going to be a good one.  Nine.  It just has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

Of course, if everything over the next two weeks is as pointless as this post then maybe we won’t be breaking any records.  Whatever.  Eight stories down.  I get to just sit back and enjoy tonight.