my saturday:
sleeping in until eleven.
coffee.
coffee.
more coffee.
laundry.
checking email.
dishes.
cataloging commodore 64 components.
hockey.
hockey.
more hockey.
waiting for phone call.
shower.
still waiting for phone call.
blogging.
oops…sorry I forgot to call. My bad.
well if I had a more detailed idea of the itenerary…
What the hell kind of info do you need?
it’s okay, goddess. he’s just a little too mature (read: OLD) to want to hang out with us. that’s fine. “mature” people are not very good at being spontaneous or flexible. he’ll just miss out on the fun we have, that’s all!
Oh I dunno…I thought “meet us in Raleigh” was a tad vague.
heh. oops. isn’t Raleigh small enough that you could find us? :)
my crystal ball is onna fritz…
oh, well you’ll have to ask goddess – she knows where we’re eating and stuff. :)