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Monday, October 21, 2002
Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays. For me, it's my Saturday so I am loving every minute of it. Of course I have to wait until Thursday to have my Sunday. Which is less than fun as I have night class that night anyway. Blech.
I am the day cook tomorrow, so if you're hungry and in the area, come on down and I'll burn anything you order. Just kidding of course. It's actually cajun style and $3 more.
And I don't like the French either. Of couse I've been saying that for years. And I even took the language for 10 years. Still can't speak it, but that is besides the point. Stupid French people with their culture and art and cathedrals and history. Think they're so great. "Nice tower buddies!" "Oh, and thanks for Gerard Derpardeau. We produce people like Julia Roberts and Brad Pitt and he's the best you got?" Man, we've gotten more from Canada than we have from France. And I don't even like Canada. Except for the Kids in the Hall, the BNL and Anne Murray.
Well time to go. Have to finish laundry, then maybe take a nap, and then walk around the house in my pj's and then just take an hour or two for me. Aren't Mondays grand?
(Complaints, comments and hate-mail for the preceeding post may be sent to the writers of The Wedding Planner and Robert Goulet. Truly the harbingers of doom.)
Craig @ 1:14 PM
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