April 22nd, 2003


garlic made me do it.

My stomach has been doing that moaning cow thing all morning that makes my teeth grit in a seething fury of endurance. Plus, I was half an hour late for a nine a.m. team meeting this morning.

It's not hard to trace these things back, in part, to my willingness to indulge a sudden bruschetta craving after waking up at three a.m.

I just wrote and then cut a grumble about birthdays which I decided was both boring and lame, leaving me with nothing much to say, I guess. My lateness for work today makes me feel the need to buckle down and work harder than usual. Must go to a meeting in about three minutes, too. Well, actually, now.

Wow: most boring entry ever. I win! I win!