Today, it kind of seems like my brain started the weekend a little early. In fact, I think it showed up and started Happy Hour sometime shortly after breakfast this morning. Fortunately, I didn't deal with too much today or the conversations I may have had would probably have been something like this:
Friday, June 23, 2006
"Hi, how are you?"
"What would you like?"
"Ooo... Shiny things."
"Sir? You're in the shoe section."
"Please go away."
That's pretty much all I've been capable of today as far as getting a sparkle along a random dendrite. My brain feels like oatmeal. And not good oatmeal, either. It's like the oatmeal my grandfather used to make whenever my grandmother got fed up with him and his nonsense and refused to cook.