edgar: “this diary i’ve heard so much about…is it by invitation only? can i read it?”
sarah: “sure, but you have to stand on your head and drink a cup of grape juice upside down while singing ‘la marseillaise.'”
edgar: “what the hell is ‘la marseillaise?'”
ah. the ol’ diary’s audience grows by leaps and bounds. who’d a thunk it? i guess i should let slip a teaser that the page will be changing in the near future. to what? oooooh, you’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?
sigh. i am just not in the mood for work this week. i can’t explain it. the fuzziness is still lingering, and affecting my mood. i have too many ideas spinning through my brain at the moment. maybe the solution is to take action on a few of them, but i don’t know.
rich and i have started looking at possible trips to chicago that would allow us to see the cubs, white sox, and (with a short drive) brewers play at home. it’s something we’ve been talking about ever since the beginning of the season. he has a friend in chicago, i have a friend in chicago. it could work. anyway, we seem to be thinking about it more seriously now, so maybe it will actually happen.
debbie: “i read that carter just recently broke down and bought an antenna for his tv! bingo and no cable is going to being the cool crowd of the next generation!”
sarah: “you read carter’s blog? this craze is spreading. and yes, i told carter he was insane too [for the antenna thing].”
debbie: “you got something better for me to do?”
sarah: “hmm. no.”
