Tuesday, September 06, 2005

I'm Sick Of Myself

I'm proud of myself today, even though I don't feel too well. The short of it is, my tummy was hurting. All the while, I worked on the new template, cleaned up the spare room, found my 20 gig mp3 player with charger, cleaned all my ties, found stuff I can sell on Ebay, and just plain saved gas by not going anywhere. Today was a good day.

SInce I'm catching up on doing some cleaning here, I may a swell catch up with Swan Shadow, who I haven't been to as of late. Honestly, I haven't been to a lot of blogs as of late. However, S.S has a story even I missed out on here in Savannah about a father who robbed a bank with his tweens in tow. Now, I don't know the guy. But, I have a funny feeling that I could have bumped into him at some point in my life. Savannah's funny that way.

Quote Savannah-Chatham Metropolitan Police spokesman Bucky Burnsed, "You can't yell 'fire' in a crowded theater, can't joke about a bomb in your luggage at the airport, and you can't write notes to cashier that say 'This is a stick up." You go, Bucky.

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