Against my better judgment, I dispensed with my last two Gmail invitations without asking anything in return. What's wrong with me? And who wants the next ones? And what will you give me?
It's going to be a rough weekend. I'm working nights till Tuesday. Last night was dreadfully boring. I was apprehensive about handling that shift by myself for the first time, but alleviated the tedium with help from 'Bus and McKenzie and Joan and Spawn. Big picture entry forthcoming, and funny stories from camp. Hang in there, cowboys.
Every time you say "Spawn," I picture myself as a little tadpole.
Posted by: Joy at July 24, 2004 10:41 PMEvery time I say "Spawn", I picture you beating the hell out of a clown that bears an uncanny resemblance to John Leguizamo.
Posted by: Holly at July 26, 2004 08:28 PM