my readers

I'm always glad to hear that the people reading these entries have gotten a wee bit of happiness out of them. Hats off to you all. (course, I don't own any hats, but if I did, they'd be off right now.) So anyway, not much has been going on with me. I got 2 bags of cookie dough from Mike–that was always cool. Course, he promised me a sub, but oh well. I gotta go to work today. Fun for me–lots of work–and not just regular work, but cleaning work. And here I am, the guy who can't even keep his apartment sanitary. I need a life. I'm still waiting on it. Maybe it got lost in the mail. Damn post office. And today is September 11. If I have one more person remind me what day it is I think I'll scream. Not that I'm not all for freedom, but come on. It gets tiring. Besides, you really wanna remember it? Give everybody(even us retail peeps) a day off. Then we'll all be happy.
Hopefulyl I won't get too much hatemail for all this.