I faxed over my proposal to the board tonight. Hopefully I'll have some indication of what they think when i get back ... i hope i didn't ask for too much.
I'm sleepy and I should have gone to bed two hours ago.
Work was hellish, and Rick called out sick so I had to do it by myself. I got bit by a Miniature Pinscher. Fucker broke my watch.
My cell phone will probably work if anyone needs to reach me ... not that anyone really needs to reach me. Except Marge, who has my dog.
Three days without access to a computer ... this might be tough, even with the big square bottle of whiskey I bought at Trader Joe's.
