It's looking as though the schizophrenic/bipolar weather patterns are on track to continue - today's looking to be nice outside, thus far. If it ends up raining tomorrow, I will officially diagnose the weather with manic depression and prescribe it some sort of medication.
Heh. I'm not sure why, but I always feel like I should pitch in a bit with some work off the clock when I visit Mallory and Tullis at Papa John's. For real, it was all I could do to keep myself from sanitizing my hands and joining in on the make line when a screen of orders appeared while Chuck and I played hacky sack with a piece of dough. What can I say? I'm one hell of a guy (riiiiiiiight). o_O
Awesome, I'm supposed to do some work for my father in about four hours, and I haven't even gone to bed yet. I totally have the best time-management skills ever. WORD LIFE