More c. Wheeeee. Good excuse to go to bookstore. I've been puting this off long enough.

Pah. I guess I'll never put ms bashes in here. I figured I would, but why would I want to spend more of my precious energy and time on it?

Woke up at 7:30 to the sound of rain. Shit. My jeep's rear window is screwed up, so i guess i'll have to get up and make sure the jeep isn't flooded.

What do i find? I find a front door wide ajar. Wendi stumbled into the house, drunk (perhaps, but i'll assume - ladies night out. what else is a lady to do?) She didn't close it all the way, and the wind blew it open.

All cats accounted for. All dogs accounted for. No harm. But the cops did show up. Donna, the neighbor, is very paranoid, it seems. But she cares, which is good.

Oh, and they caught saddam. That's good news, i guess. I wonder if they'll put him in the same cell as Manuel Noriega?