yep. at work. it's one am. we're doing nothing. playing pool, eating, surfing the net, whatever. yeah. anyways, i'm tired. want to go home. indeed. almost beat chris at pool earlier. almost. sigh. almost done fixing the house, well, the walls at least. but we're looking for a new place, cause our house has mold. yuck. yeah. there's a nice house going for 39 900. going to talk to the bank. we'll see. going to seed next week. business administration courses. fun fun. yeppers peppers. not much else to say, except nat! don't go to your dad's this weekend, cause i'm not working sunday, and we should hang out, cause i'm a loser and have no friends. jk. well, no, but, yeah. ha. anyways, i'm calling you on sunday, and if you're not home, you smell like moldy feet. that's right, i said it, moldy feet. anyways, nothing much else to say. hang in there. the one, the only, laura michelle*