Back at work today. I think I told you the other day that Marcy and some other people have plans to go out tomorrow night for St. Patrick's Day. I'm still not sure if I want to go out with them. They're going to some place on the South Side, some Irish place. Big surprise. I think I had an Irish great-grandmother or something. I have a green dress somewhere.
Oh, yeah, and a really green German car.
I wish I felt more enthusiastic about writing in this space. I feel like I go for days not really wanting to write. I spend so much time in the apartment these days that I feel as though I've run out of anything interesting to say, and at the same time I don't feel like telling stories, either. But hey, I've never missed a day since I put this up, and now The Streak is hanging over me. It's like that baseball player who never misses a game.
You all could write in and ask questions, and maybe I could answer them here. Go visit the guestbook I set up (click the link below) or send me mail and ask. Nothing rude, please.
This is still a G-rated page.
Still a reminder: you can leave comments in my guestbook if you want to. It helps to know what you all think.