2004
So apparently, according to the calendar on my computer, it’s now 2004. I’m a little disappointed. We’re now 4 years into the new millenium (three, depending on whether or not you listen to those people who say 2001 was the real beginning), and we still don’t have flying cars. Or robots doing our housework. Or people living on the moon. Frankly, I feel a little cheated.
