Tuesday, July 02, 2002
I like hotdogs with mustard and beer.
I'll eat eggplant. I could even eat a ba-a-by deer.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Who's that baby deer on the la-awn there?
-- Homer Simpson
For some reason, I couldn't get this song out of my head tonight. And it kept cracking me up, so as we worked into the night, my co-workers thought I was going mildly insane. And, well, they'd be right.
The week may be only a few days old, but it's already been fraught with emotional strain and troubles that I would prefer not to talk about. Not now. Not yet. My lack of sleep didn't help at all, either. So I'm going to take it easy, watch some TV and drift off into a nice long rest tonight. Let's just hope that my subconscious allows me to rest easy as well.
Posted by Keith @ 10:03 PM ·
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