Man, it is so one of those days. First Colin brutally attacks me in hopes of getting fed (word of advice: attacking my arm will not lead to food). Then nothing fit. And when I started off to work, I began driving toward the Metro station, which meant I had to backtrack. And just now I realized that I closed up a FedEx box and put it in the mailroom without including the instructions that go with the manuscript. Geez. And it's not even 9 yet.
Posted by Barb at February 22, 2005 08:47 AM | TrackBack