The deadline looms: in three days I will talk to the city's council of elders and based on my presentation they will decide the fate or our coffee shop- that is whether or not we will have one. Some local celebrities say that there's no way we'll get the parking variance which would allow us to open; others say of course we'll get it. I refuse to do anything but twiddle my thumbs anxiously until the decision is found out.
Here's me on a boat.
And Friendster is sweeping the nation.