My mind is slipping.
Among other things, this leads to me forgetting to bring my phone with me when i go to work- which in turn means that I missed a call from Merritt.
She and i have talked a couple of times this weekend, but for various reasons, we had to cut it short. Typical. She says that their bikes are being held in customs for an indeterminate amount of time. Could be a day, could be few weeks. She is very happy to be back in the states, though I'm certain that she will be less so if the election goes as many think it will... It is so good to talk with her though. We have two years worth of conversations bottled up, and I'm lookin' forward to uncorkin' it.
After work, I headed briefly over to Dave's, where he saved the day (again) by getting my iPod up and running again, while I played a demo of Doom 3 on his machine. I am officially stating that i will be screwed when I get a machine that can handle that game. Plus, I'll have big, awful nightmares.
Other than that: Glassblowing= Suckass.
Suck
Ass.
The big, fat words of eeno at October 26, 2004 02:16 AM