Thursday, July 01, 2004
Bike is sold,
Pay-off to dad is in hand (ok, technically it's still in the bank in the form of electronicles, not even the cold hard cash variety),
I am wearing clean underwear (at least it smelled that way), AND
I'm back to not sleeping at night.
Where does this leave me? Well, I'm at work so physically that's where I am. That's not what I am talking about. Kenny Chesney has my brain flopped over on a towel on a beach somewhere tropical-not the Cherry Creek Overflow Pond.
Brain's clearing up (liar! liar!) and so's the acne on my bum and that ain't all bad.