Um. THANKS!

I had every opportunity to go to bed early.. or at least at a normal time… and what did I do… I read until my eyes burned and I had to close them. Curse you Harry Potter!

Yeah, I’m so normal. I’m reading Harry Potter. I really enjoy them — me and the majority of the free world, yeah. Anyway. Want to laugh at Skittles? She makes it too easy. =)

Anyway.. want a peek? Here.. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 . Now I’m in a shoe dilemma. Must shop.

RUSHED in to work this morning (by 10) for a meeting that ended up with a 20 minute discussion about owls, how silent they fly, how big they can get, how Jonathan’s parents once had an “owl box” for a family of screech owls, and ending up with Patrick singing excerpts from the top 20 songs owls like to play at their little owl parties. People here are mental. Clearly. Get the net.

Billy’s plane arrived pretty late, and I know he was feeling ill yesterday, so I’m not sure when he’ll be in. In other news, stopped by Marc’s house to see how he was doing last night, and he’s fine. His little “incident” occurred moments after hanging up with the screaming man from Lanier Speedway, again, so it’s just stress. He’s taking the day off. Good for him.

Well, I had every intention of getting a TON of stuff done today, but I’ve yet to get on that. Work is just… so … blah. Hard to commit to doing it when everyone is just goofing off around me. Already the nerf blow guns are shooting suction cup darts across the office again… don’t know who’s using them, though. They are stealthy.

Ugh. That’s it. I’m committing to work, now. Must do some.