I was trying to think of a song title for Friday night, and I couldn't come up with anything but S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y NIGHT by the Bay City Rollers, so I just went with what it is.
I've just picked Jeremy up; he goes back at the crack of dawn again tomorrow morning and works all day. Holy shyte.
It's nearly midnight, and Matticia is in the air on her way here from FAT by way of PHX. She's very disappointed that she got CRJs the whole way here and I say "You're the one who picked US Air."
My computer is suddenly slowed. I'm running a spyware check on it now, then other tools to find the culprit for its gooeyness.
I suppose I should consider hitting the sack; tomorrow is another day - just without radishes.
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