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.