got a haircut, black pants, new sunglasses. feel better.
found a sonic. and it was packed.
"jury duty:" i'm on telephone standby. that means i call them twice a day to find out if i have to go west palm beach or not.
the cocke family is in town, minus sammy, but plus both of his girlfriends and their children. went to philo and jerry's, where they are staying, for some good old fashioned african home-cooking. also,
the itis is totally real.
and who the heck drank half of both the sodas i left in the fridge at work? and why couldn't they just drink all of one?