I woke up enough to look at the clock. The clock said 9:16. I jerked all the way awake somewhat painfully, thinking that I had 44 minutes to get ready and run down to the store before the doors were supposed to open. Then I remembered that today is Sunday. I don't work til 3.
Last night I went over to dinner at Adam and Karla's [Mister and Missus
Black Market Beagle to you], then we got ice cream at Coldstone and watched Free Enterprise and 'Jurassic Bark'. Adam gave me a bitchin' print of a poster from the 1939 World's Fair.
Off to get groceries, then to do laundry. Or possibly see Accepted with Mike. I'm feeling too lazy for the other stuff.