I'm also sooooo pooped. Granted, I should have been in bed a coupla hours ago.
My tummy was upset at work today. I told Jess as I was leaving that I hoped not to get bottom sickness while there - if the back hallway smells like bad butt breath, there are only two people in the entire building, and Ted didn't do it......
"Uh, Aubrey... did you destroy the bathroom?"
Thankfully, it didn't happen until after we opened ^_-
Erm, what's that thingie that you run in your journal to randomly pick an icon when you post and/or respond to people?
I was wondering the last few hours why no one was responding to this post, but then realized I hadn't written it yet. Er, duh.
I think I had a dream that Mark Slaughter died, and I was telling everyone that we went to school together. (We really didn't.)