"Our past haunts us..."
Every once in a while, my Catholic-for-a-few-years-then-scary-Protestant-freakshow upbringing rises up and bites me. No, no further details.
I think I may drag my bike out of the garage and go find some food and caffeine. But it's already a little warm for my tastes, and my car is in the shop so I feel like I need to stay by the phone. And there's food here. Only tea for caffeine, though, and it's already too warm for that. I want soda.
I should also make some iced tea, really. Hope I can find the sun tea jar.
Weird -- a siren just started up that sounds like an Air Raid siren. If Sacramento is obliterated by a nuke in the next few seconds, remember us! ;) Actually, I think it's a weird burglar alarm, but I cant tell from which direction it's coming.
I think I may drag my bike out of the garage and go find some food and caffeine. But it's already a little warm for my tastes, and my car is in the shop so I feel like I need to stay by the phone. And there's food here. Only tea for caffeine, though, and it's already too warm for that. I want soda.
I should also make some iced tea, really. Hope I can find the sun tea jar.
Weird -- a siren just started up that sounds like an Air Raid siren. If Sacramento is obliterated by a nuke in the next few seconds, remember us! ;) Actually, I think it's a weird burglar alarm, but I cant tell from which direction it's coming.