Tuesday, February 25, 2003
at 3:59 PMHe Who Breathes
I leave after fourth period tomorrow for TFA State. I packed my suitcase with three sets of clothes for competition, plus two pairs of pants and two t-shirts. I believe the only other person travelling with Mr. Powell is Katharine, the doofy freshman. April made the ingenious suggestion that I bring my Walkman. I shall.
I edited my oratory last night and this morning. Perhaps I should have completed this small task earlier, but I did not. Oh, well. I intend to post my oratory on Bite The Waxed Tadpole in a few minutes.
I stopped by work after school to inform Naomi I found Jo to cover my shift. I also reserved March 5-7 as time during which I could not work. The people from Landry's corporate headquarters in Houston happened to come by. One of them caught me coming out (not in uniform) from the back as I exited and gave me salutations. I smiled nervously, muttered an inane"Good afternoon, sir",
and scuttled out before I could do any permanent damage.
I resent myself a little for not losing any weight before state (rhyme unintended). My eating and exercise habits are too erratic.
