Sunday, November 06, 2005
Juan Valdez, I Hardly Know Thee
As I sit here at almost one o'clock in the morning (the morning of my mother's birthday -- a shout out to her, Happy B-day!) fully realizing I have to open the store tomorrow and knowing my brain won't be able to shut off once my head hits that pillow, I begin to wonder if my lifelong aversion to coffee will now be the death of me. Will soda sustain me through this month? Or will I have to give in to the Columbian muchacho with the slick mustache and the nice ass (donkey, you fools)? Only time will tell. But I'm at 12,166 words. And I'm going to bed.