I’m typing this on my iPhone. For those of you who have one, I don’t need to explain how cool and wonderful that is. For those of you who don’t have an iPhone, I can explain like this: it IS the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. It does everything.
Except it’s not quite a GPS. I have a GPS… I think. I can’t find it anywhere. For those of you playing the home game, no, this is not a rerun. I’m cursed; it’s karma coming back to bite me on the ass again. Perhaps I’m overstating things because I’m tired.
Because I just worked 15 hours at the bookstore. Calypso came with me; I’m teaching her how to alphabetize. Is it a sad state of affairs that she does a better job than a LOT of the people we’ve hired? S comes before T, people! It’s not rocket science. Trust me, I know…one of my oldest friends actually is a rocket scientist.
And I’m way too tired to go on writing. I’ll leave you all with this thought: I love Mazzaro’s. Any place that has a cheese room is pretty close to perfection.