Sunday, 20 minutes until I get off of work, and I should be banned from speaking to anyone. Delerium has set in and kidding around with folks has taken off to a whole new level... of weird. Our transportation service guy came to visit us at the desk this morning before his next pick up. He got to telling me a story of some extremely wealthy people who flew all the way to Charleston from Seattle just to get dinner. Insane! He then asked me what would I do with all that money? Naturally, in my zombie state of mind, I said, "Take a nap, buy a pet alligator, and set up a special school for Keebler elves."
Hoping I get to grab a quick nap before I do that to someone else.