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Zaam. Bee.
That's what I feel like, about now. It's the last hour of the day, and I cannot wait to get home and do something... grandiose.
Like go to sleep.
Drew had arranged for a tee time of 8:20 this morning with John, and I had expected him to figure out that I was not in the best of all possible shapes after going short in the sleep department again for the past several days. This, however, was not to be the case, so I ended up doing the store today - all day. Or at least it will be all day in... 37 minutes.
About the only productive thing I've done is order three computers from Dell, for the store. I've been talking about it and talking about it, and if I don't do something, someone else will come along and snag the business. If nothing else, it will be a novelty to put up a sign in the store window that advertises Internet access.
At worst, Galina will kill me, which at this juncture, doesn't seem so bad an alternative to what I've been doing the past few days.
Cheers...
Like go to sleep.
Drew had arranged for a tee time of 8:20 this morning with John, and I had expected him to figure out that I was not in the best of all possible shapes after going short in the sleep department again for the past several days. This, however, was not to be the case, so I ended up doing the store today - all day. Or at least it will be all day in... 37 minutes.
About the only productive thing I've done is order three computers from Dell, for the store. I've been talking about it and talking about it, and if I don't do something, someone else will come along and snag the business. If nothing else, it will be a novelty to put up a sign in the store window that advertises Internet access.
At worst, Galina will kill me, which at this juncture, doesn't seem so bad an alternative to what I've been doing the past few days.
Cheers...