Saturday, November 10, 2001

I am stuck in the middle of sick central and it’s already getting old. I have roughly two hundred and thirty eight projects that need immediate attention around the house but I cant get anything done because someone is in constant need. I am convinced that max is working with the government on a secret strain of diarrhea to send over to the Taliban. Once activated this evil ooze has the ability to soak through the thickest waterproof materials and contaminate everything within the kill zone. My hands currently smell like rubber gloves, soap, and bleach. Her Royal Highness Katherine the sick is bellowing that Max stinks again so that is my cue. 12:00:00 AM    says you