So, Linus has been out all week, and he put the signature stamp under lock and key before he left, which means that when we cut the Vitally Important Checks That Absolutely Had To Go Out, The Big Kahuna and The Sales Rep King had to sign everything by hand.

They were less than thrilled, so I split the checks into two piles and gave them each half to sign. The Sales Rep King glared suspiciously at his pile and said "So this is half, huh? Are you sure? Is his pile bigger or smaller?" and I assured him that the two piles were exactly but exactly identical, for heaven's sake.

It's like having two kids and measuring the slices of cake or weighing the ice cream scoops and saying "See? They're the same!"

Boy, thank goodness we are currently having our weekly "How dare you define good writing" fight on Diary-L! I was terrified that I might actually not get 5 million e-mails this weekend where everybody says the exact same thing they said last week!

And if anyone is wondering, I come down on the pro-elitist clique snob good grammar side.

I'm getting alot of notes asking about Nik. "What's up? Why haven't we heard what's going on?" Well, the answer is that there is no Nik. Never was. Not that he doesn't exist, but that he doesn't exist in regards to me.

There is no us.

Where is fancy bred? In the heart or in the head?

One year ago today:
"It's cool that you can smoke everywhere here. Even church."

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