Wednesday, September 07, 2005 Ow! My most of me!
This may not happen for real, but when I was trying in vain to total the books correctly at the end of the day, some of my co-workers and I were talking about trying to get the owner to let everybody come in some slow day like a Sunday and donate all the proceeds to building a time machine so that we can un-destroy New Orleans and un-drown all those people and un-scar all those kids for life and...I mean, to raise money for hurricane victims. I'll be glad if that works, the fundraiser day, I mean. Team 2 broke 2 Take Our Scheduled Day Off on Labor Day Saturday will probably not be able to rebuild anyplace all by ourselves, but several of the people who were enthusiastic about the idea were definitely on that team.
It's been nice weather for brooding, lately. Cool Autumn mornings make me scared and nauseous, because they make my most-of-me think that we are about to have to get on a school bus and go to seventh grade. The logical part of my brain is no match for my most-of-me.
Speaking of the bus, people, speaking of the bus, once again today, I was saved from having to finish a conversation about whether I believed in Jesus Christ by the arrival of the 61, the bus of the DEVIL. posted by Frenz | 9/07/2005 08:48:00 PM
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