Monday, April 25, 2011


I have nothing good to say.  It was a funky Monday for obvious reasons, in addition to the usual Monday crap.

If I make it through the week without snapping, it will be a minor miracle.

I have to pick up Fletcher's ashes tomorrow.

Wednesday I have a dentist appointment.

Friday is the damned Royal Wedding.  I never thought I'd say this, but I'm sick of hearing about it.  Maybe I'll be in the spirit by Friday.  But certainly not enough to wake up at 4 am when coverage begins.

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