A chronicle of mundaneness steeped in irony and pointed realism with no real direction or point and no real defined end-point. Except maybe Tuesday, which Tuesday I leave as an exercise for the reader...
Wednesday, August 13, 2003
i took off thurs and fri, this is good...i'm planning on golf, sleeping in, and working on floor...which hopefully won't kill me this time...
No comments:
Post a Comment