I went back to finish my meal I didn't get to finish. I had too much fun talking...OK, I ordered a new meal but it was free. If you eat lunch at the bar, you can collect the waitresses signatures and get enough of them and you get a free lunch.
My thoughts reflected on my love life, or the lack thereof. I recognized how I could be perceived as obsessive when I got/get interested in someone.
Work, was work? I watched Dave this evening and did my laundry. What a fascinating life.
Posted by Michael at February 23, 2005 08:07 PM