2003-08-22

OK, I’m busier than a whore at a Promise Keepers revival, so I have no time for this online tomfoolery, and basically I have nothing to say at all other than that; but I can’t resist doing the electronic equivalent of jumping up and down and screaming “Look at me! Look at me!” Take my thinly-veiled plea for validation as you will.

Oh, one thing: in case I haven’t made this crystal clear before, babies and work DO NOT MIX (unless you work in a human cheese factory, of course). I don’t know which is more annoying – the sound of a squalling infant in my workspace, or the sound of a gaggle of grown women losing their collective minds. “Oh, BLESS your HEART!” Oh, just fucking DON’T.