9:31 a.m. - 2004-09-03
I thought I'd be in the poor house for sure.
Someone loves me up there.
I won't tell the god-children's parents though. They'll think I have more money to blow. I already expect to have to pick up the X-mas presents, I don't want them thinking I have money to blow on their rent continually.
I expect to be distracted all day, because I'll be seeing kilts tomorrow. KILTS! And men in them. Ahhhh...
I'll be no good to anyone until I get to the festival tomorrow.