Ben and/or Jerry, will you marry me? 2002-10-21 - 4:17 p.m.
Hmm. I went to bed at 4 this morning. Just like the good old days of summer. And naturally, since I don't have to work today, I've been sitting here since noon when I woke up, struggling to think of something remotely interesting to say. As usual, it is not working out so well. My sister just made me download yahoo messenger. Isn't an AIM buddy list full of people who won't talk to me enough? ;)
Wow. I really should just shut up unless I have something to say. I think I might be getting sick. I'd like to blame it on the Men, Mr. Sears and Mr. Roebuck, for making me go in for a stupid meeting yesterday and having to take a germ-filled cab both ways. The evil that is corporate America. The evil that is a freezer lacking the miraculous wonder drug that is Ben & Jerry's. I'm telling you, it's Prozac, Robitussin, and Motrin all rolled into one.
Maybe I should work for Ben & Jerry's and not Sears. Now a B & J credit card would be something I would not feel so guilty pushing on people. :)
Mmmmm.... Half Baked.... where are you when I need you? :-P