Seems that the Interweb has not penetrated Columbia River yet, so the last week of cat-sitting for the Godfreys has left me feeling so... alone. Naked without the news, weather and blogging that the internet has to offer. Sure I could try TV, but who wants to watch that many commercials? The final two weeks of classes have arrived. Things are getting very tense now. The grade worry sets in.
Sounds like the California trip Version 1 is turning out to be a rough day in the office (surprise!). One broken bike and a couple of broken souls later, the nerds should be back in town on Sunday. Meanwhile, speaking of broken bikes, Tuckerman gets in tonight.
This is why YouTube would work better if it was run by shadowy figures hidden in an underground lawsuit-proof bunker somewhere.
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