Of course we copy! 24 hours a day! In color!

I've made Dane's room my Base of Operations for the day. After getting up about 30 minutes after Tasia and company left for the zoo, and also left a nasty note on my door saying it's my own damn fault I didn't go to bed and I have to buy Tasia a very nice present to make up for it because she's angry with me, I came up here to Dane's room, wearing what I wore to bed this morning, which is what I wore after coming back from shopping with Tasia yesterday, and started looking at old NES games and systems on eBay. After awhile, Jessica came up, and we both sat in here looking at NES games and systems on eBay, and then we took Dane's car to Target, so Jessica could agonize over which 2-in-1 to buy; a curler/straightener or dryer/straightener. She went with the curler, but she said her hair doesn't hold a curl so she doesn't know why she did it.

Then we went to Ross, where checking out took FOREVER, and then we went to Burger King to get some food for Angela, who is a little incapacitated today. And now I'm back here. Jessica was talking about repainting her toenails, which is something I need to do (badly!) but I don't have any a) polish remover to get rid of the "Smoke" blue-silver that they are now or b) other polish to put on. So theoretically, I should be down in Jessica's room doing that, but . . . I'd sort of rather not. Her nails make mine feel inadequate. (Most people's do, with the exceptions of Mexicans men who've been manual laborers all their lives and Dale Judge, who was my fourth grade teacher and whose fingernails were so bad that the memory of them makes me shudder.) So I'm sittin in Dane's room, using Doug's internet. Doug, should you ever read this, I think you should know a few things:
First, that you seem to be one of the best roommates ever, and certainly one of the best that Dane's had here.
Second, that your girlfriend was a good roommate, too, for the brief time I was rooming with her.
Third, that I hope you don't mind me calling you "Doug" on here; I just prefer to stick with first names only.
Fourth, that your food looks good.
Fifth, that you're a very funny man.
And sixth . . . actually, I think that's about it. If I come up with anything else, I'll let you know. Thanks for the internet usage.

Anyway, Jessica said she might come back up here later, and in the meantime, I have some other things I want to do on this computer, so . . . blog out.