I sound like Batman. Really. Friday I could talk, then I couldn't, and then it was today and I couldn't talk like a normal person. I hate my life. I've heard (and this is in two hours) at least twelve people commenting that I sond like batman. I want to hit someone.
On the other hand I'm seated between Candice, who whines, and Peter, who whines obnoxiously. I keep pulling the plugs out of the back of Max's computer. I have nothing else to write about; meanwhile Candice has written a small novel and is thinking of going to publish. Good luck in the big wide world of cutthroat literature and blogging, Candice.
Peter can't decide what kind of silly app to put on his site. Should put Contra.
Next: My answer to the question of the week!
