I was in a foul mood after about 9pm at the ol' B&N tonight. Chances are, if you came in after 9pm and asked me a question, the answer you got was either "Nope." or "I have no idea." The thought that kept running through my head was Ted Knight's from 'Caddyshack': "Don't you people have HOMES?" We were busy, though, and the music department made a lot of money despite my assness.
The best news of the day is that Jeannie went to the doctor and they stuck the ol' camera down her throat and said everything looks to be healing well and nothing odd looks to be growing, and nothing looks pissed. So that makes me n' her happy campers indeed.
I found myself thinking about friends today before going to work. Driving down highway 83 to go to the recycling dump with Jeannie and I was thinking about Ron Rybkowski, for some reason. I can't remember what put him into my head. But I realized that it's been awhile since I called him up, and that I should do that, but now that it's been awhile it would feel weird doing that. I hate it when that happens. Anyway, thinking about Ron got me started thinking about college in general, and made me a little nostalgic. Ah, nostalgia, schmostalgia. It's nice be here, now.
Seriously though, if you haven't rushed out and bought the new Ricky Martin cd yet, do it NOW.
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