Walking downstairs quickly, after just getting off your bike, is a bad idea. Your knees, or at least my knees, will not, in fact, support you.

I think that Rick Tyre was in my store today. He's a guy from Purgatory. Either that or he has an identical twin running around the city. But since I don't really know him, at all, I didn't say anything. So I'll never know. One of life's great mysteries.

Vertical is bad. Horizontal is good. So my head has decreed.

My boss had to leave for 2ish hours today to take her daughter to the MediCenter. In the time she was gone, I almost tripled our sales. Whee. My best was the people who left with $147 worth of books. Go Pixie, go Pixie!

My head hurts, my knees hurt, my foot hurts, and I bloody well have to go to rehersal tonight. Blech!

Anna (if you still read this) are you coming to BPs tommorow night? I have a present for you...

I start work at Second Cup tommorow. Yay.... I hope.

Does anyone still read this, or am I just talking to myself? I miss hearing your guys' thoughts on things. Comments brighten my day. I feel as though I've been posting to an empty void though, of late. Like the weblog world just shut down for the summer...