Drip, drip, drip

This morning I awoke to the "DING!" that means I received new mail. No happier sound can I picture at this point. But curiously, there was one message from yesterday and one message from today. AND THAT WAS IT! Since then, yesterday's email has been trickling through like jello through a sieve. A chunk here, a chunk there. Here a chunk, there a chunk, everywhere a chunk chunk...

I'd also like to make a (sort of) public (sort of) apology to the fat kid I called "Chunk" at ______________'s Bar Mitzvah 3 years ago, you deserved it, but I didn't mean to say it outloud.

DING! There it goes again! Oh, just PayPal. Not a real Pal. Sigh.

I can't get enough Odwalla Summertime Lime. I scoffed at their hippie looking juice truck as I passed it every day on the way to work, but some time last week, someone else was buying, and I decided to go for it. Now I want them all the time. Lime. Mmmmm... My mouth hurts, but it's soooo gooooooood.