MISS CLEO, WHERE ARE YOU? I NEED SOME ONE TO INTERPRET THIS
I had the strangest dream last night, which was really two nights ago, but when you don't go to sleep until well after midnight, who's really keeping track? Anyways, back to the dream.

It seems I was one of several people who left to the newspaper to do an off-the-wall job. One co-worker left to become a cave explorer, another left to become a shoe salesman, and I quit to go work at Target. Why Target? I don't know, I woke up as I walked in for my first day on the job.

Perhaps the subconscious is giving me a hint. (MUST LEAVE NEWSPAPER... MUST LEAVE NEWSPAPER.... MUST WORK FOR TARGET!?!?!?!)

Speaking of people leaving to do odd jobs. I can't beleive my friend Marcus (did I get the the link right this time?) will be leaving us for greener pastures very soon. If you read his site regularly, you know where he is going. If you don't, click on his name and check out his site to find out. He's a cool cat.

Other than that, life is going swimmingly. Congrats to sports reporter Jon Solomon on his engagement to Mandy, even though he doesn't read this website. And congratulations to the rest of the sportos for being an APSE Honorable Mention section for Sundays. (Even if I am the only one whose happy about it)

Oh yeah Happy Birthday to my sister, who turns 25 today, even though she isn't likely to read this either, forcing me to call her at work today and interupting both of our days. How's that for whining? I'm such a malcontent these days.