Smallhouse Log

Saturday
"Mmmm, ninety-year-old men." -Laura, 01/17/2005

I've come to realise that I really don't want to be doing this Volunteer Coordinator gig. It's a headache and a half. I never should have agreed to do it. It's such a huge source of stress, and so on, and so on.

But I have to do it. I agreed to. So here I go, back to slaving over e-mail. Argh.

In good news, Zarya apparantly added me to her new MSN contact list. That actually made my night. Thanks, yo.

I just overheard someone say "Meat and oat meal, that's the only thing he eats.... that's why he's made entirely of protein."

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