Well, dear readers, you won’t believe it – I can barely believe it myself and yet I must because it is true. I was supposed to receive a wake-up call this morning at seven-thirty and yet I did not receive a wake-up call at seven-thirty. No, instead I received a wakeup call at eight-thirty which was two minutes after I’d awakened at eight-twenty-eight. What this means, dear readers, is that I will barely get to work at my brand spanking new job on time. So, I am afraid these notes will be shorter than short, they will be briefer than brief. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
The newest entry in Juliana’s Journal is up, so that’s one thing for you to read besides these here notes. Also, Mr. Craig Brockman promises me our Unseemly Photo Gallery will be up at some point today or tomorrow and, after weeks and weeks of waiting, I hope he’s right or I will bitch-slap him from here to eternity.
All right, we’d all better click on the Unseemly Button below because haven’t you heard, I’m late.
Has anyone noticed that I’m late? I have fifteen count them fifteen minutes to get out of the house and on my way.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must go hither and thither and begin work on a new job and whatnot. I shall have a full report for you tonight. Meanwhile, read Juliana’s Journal, listen to Donald’s brand spanking new radio show and then post lots of posts. Today’s topic of discussion: What is the worst job you’ve ever had (we may have done this already, but it’s all I could think of). It’s up to you now, dear readers – pull your weight (no mean feat) – oh, and there’s plenty of stuff to read if you missed the weekend notes (which most of you did) so catch up on those, too.