I can relate in part to Tim's post on the pentograma-whosa-gigga-whatta scale, but only the part about being burned out... and not any of the part about music... because it's a well known fact that I have about as much musical prowress as a half-eaten bag of saltwater taffy. When the Good Lord was handing out musical talent, I was in the line for the coke machine. I digress, and many other things as well, but digressing is in fact what I am doing at this juncture. I'm so sick of computers I could call the proverbial dinosaurs, and I'm just ready for another vacation. So, that in mind, WHEN ARE WE GOING TO SIX FLAGS?!?! (*tounge in cheek) You people can whine about your jobs and responsibilities until you're blue in the face, but that doesn't change the fact that twenty years from now you'll be happier with memories of a stupid-good time with your fellow convoginators at six flags than you would about keeping your job.Think about it...
I need another day at the lake... anyone want to loan me a boat?
Jeff C.
