Stormy Weather

I told you it was coming.

I'm no longer listening to Jethro Tull. It's now Pixies, Flatfoot 56, Buffalo Tom - music that keeps my energy up. I have a deadline tomorrow in the AT&T Building at 9am.

Last night Andy made french press, yummy. He served it around 8:30; when I'm supposed to not drink caffiene after 7pm. Well you guessed it, I was up half the night. Mean Steve was a brat, too. He was so busy keeping me awake. I eventually threw him out of the porch. I didn't shut the door all the way and he came back in to bug me. Of course he sleeping now on the chair. If I get more time later this afternoon, I'm gonna wake his sorry butt up and bug him.