Sunday, March 23, 2003
at 4:39 PMPeter Jennings Has Blue Ink On His Palm
I need to waste time, something at which "I'm a Viking", for the next several minutes until the time comes for The Father to hop (he's a big man, so he rather thumps) into his truck to take me back to work. The retail people are holding a meeting to ascertain the crew is "all together". All I care about is the food, which they will provide me for free.
I considered writing my report on Tokugawa Ieyasu this morning, but abandoned that in favor of corresponding with Louis Lupinacci. I suppose I shall write it upon my return this evening.
The Megabitch and The Megabitch's Boyfriend appeared yesterday to complete The Megabitch's laundry and to renew her financial aid crap. The Megabitch's Boyfriend works for a music store in Houston somewhere that is going out of business. He discussed his intent to apply for a managerial position at Blockbuster with The Father, who then postulated some basic business theories for The Megabitch's Boyfriend to mull and respond to.
Peter Jennings made a poor lady cry! ABC apparently phoned the mother of one of the Americans in Iraq taken prisoner, and she started sobbing after being reminded of the scenes she's seen on Filipino television.
I must go.
