| Tuesday August 13th 2002 Thanks for all the advice people, that was great! Now I know who to call when I need help - geesh! So I went and saw the fireworks - my powers of persuasion were more impressive than I realized. Today I conquer my friends - tomorrow, the world! mwwwhaahahaha!!! It was probably hands down the best fireworks show I've ever seen. It was probably also the fastest way to burn money I've ever seen. But at least it was pretty. And that's about all I have to say tonight, so if you have other sites to visit move along, move along. Still here? I've got a couple of plans this week, nothing too major. Tomorrow there's a get together at my supervisor's; he always holds a cool pool party every summer at his place and everybody brings food - I'm bringing popsicles, but I'm told that still counts. Thursday evening is my first Dragonboat practice - that's right, I'm climbing into an enormous rowboat with 23 other people and we're going to see how well we can paddle at the same time. We'll probably suck, but it sounds like fun. Saturday I just might be able to line a co-worker up to go rollerblading; she's the only one with a record of not bailing on me, so there's some hope. Shoulda been asking her every weekend, come to think of it - trustworthiness deserves a reward! And that's about all I have to say about my plans, so feel free to click to some other place. Still here? My friend GB wanted help practicing his soccer keep-away skills tonight, but his leg's bothering him and the thunder was rolling in anyway. I was outside checking it out, tossing peanuts to the squirrels. Strangely enough, though there was only three when I started, when I looked out afterward I discovered ten - yup, I counted them, ten - running around in the general vicinity of my balcony. Guess I better throw those peanuts a little farther next time. Cute little buggers, 'til they form an army and storm your apartment. That's it. Really. That's all I have to say. You can go now. Still here? Sigh ... ok, what else. You really want all the dirt, huh? Trouble is there's not enough dirt in my life. I am so squeaky clean, you can almost hear me coming. There ought to be sordid affairs going on and stuff - am I going to enjoy being single or what? Not that I'd tell you much. In fact, I'd probably go totally incognito on the subject. Watch out - when I stop talking about it, that's when I'm really having fun! |