22 August 2002

I did manage to get a bit of writing done yesterday. Not a lot - about 1300 words. But I think it was a pretty good 1300 words, so it's not like I wasted the effort.

Not like this journal entry, I fear, which is going nowhere fast.

Let's see. Yesterday... Blah blah blah work blah blah blah K.T. and Kevin's blah blah blah Cheddar's blah blah blah Willow blah blah blah. Yeah, I think that about covers everything.

Oracle still sucks, in case you were wondering.

Matt is sick - some virus he picked up from my dad last weekend. It's not too bad; just general congestion and a sore throat. I'm waiting to get it.

Have I ever had a journal entry shorter than my sidebar before? It might happen...

Ashby sent mail to the Hall mailing list the other day, saying he'd gotten a job and that his first priority after decent shoes was internet access, and he's looking forward to coming back.

I'll believe it when I see it. If it takes too much longer, Sanriel's going to reappear to find Tarri seeing other guys. I have to admit, it would make for a very amusing Princess Bride moment. "Well... You were dead."

--Liz