Eyes are getting a little bleary by now, and fingers are tingly. The body says no. But no matter, onward we go, and guess what, I don't think Alex knows how close I am to him... And I think I've got the game figured out pretty well actually... I have strategies. For now of course. I may yet look back on this tender young blogling and think of what a strawberry fool I was.
We got cupcakes and green tea from Scott and Andrea, chips from Nikki, hyper-caffeinated rootbeer from Airyn (my understanding is that it's just for Alex, though. Sandy gets nothing), and pastries from Dave and Andrea, and from Gillian, bless her heart, the Star of the East: a heaping helping of Pepto Bismol. Holy crap, it's a fancy feast.
in xenu,
-s
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