Rushing out the door...

... I take a moment to check on my friends page and oh, there's funny stuff and stuff to do and stuff to talk about and I'm naked and I have to take out the trash and go to work and take my meds and brushmyteethdammit... Nobody move 'till I get back.

P.S. The palm works again, though I'm damned if I know why, and something is still messing up with the HotSync software since the Windows crash last week. I will have to make it a point to find where I packed that disc.

Eric is working on the computer and will tell me what kind of RAM it needs.

The car has an oil change, and needs a fan belt and an air filter.

The cell phone has had its software updated, no more fading in and out and I have 1500 min/month.

Toby is fine.

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It's amazing how many of my friends got angry enough to comment about how we shouldn't be wasting our time renaming French fries and French toast. And the spam continues to eat the bandwidth.

I'm on Atkins, I can't eat it anyway, no matter what they call it. But I do like La Madeleine. Ooooh, elorie, you can go to La Madeleine!

Dr. Scott: (to the camera) I knew he was in with a bad crowd...
Huge chunk of the audience: Who the **** are you talking to?
Another huge chunk of the audience: Who the **** are you talking to?