I think my head fell off around 2:30 this afternoon. It hasn’t yet come back to me. calling today sheer hell on earth would be a mild understatement. But complaining does no good. So, tonight I will go eat pizza and play with my favorite orange haired boy and talk girlie talk.

Also, they are sending me to an advanced html class. I am most definitely in over my head. But I can’t wait. Y’all don’t know me that well but I ask questions incessantly. I am not exaggerating in the least. If you’ve ever had the unfortunate experience to exchange e-mails with me, you know that communicating with me makes the spanish inquisition look like a quiz on the side of a happy meal. My nickname is ‘one more question.’ Because for some reason I always preface my question with, ‘I’ve got one more question.’ Which is a bald-faced lie. Ella tells me to just stop saying ‘one more question.’ But old habits die hard. When you’re a reporter and you’re interviewing an not-so-willing subject who is trying to get your off their back (you know by watch/clock looking), you could usually reengage them in the conversation by saying, ‘ok, I’ve got one more question.’ Then you sneak in like six more and they don’t even realize it.

So anyway, my point was going to be that I pity the poor html instructor. You should pray for him/her.