For this to work, you have to shut up.
It's January 19th 2008.
Two-Thousand Eight. Ridiculous, I know. I'm keep writing the date wrong.
You know what I love about Saturday's in DC? NPR. Wait...Wait Don't Tell Me, This American Life, Studio 360 and the Splendid Table. I could stay inside all day and listen.
I'm babysitting tonight. It will be okay I believe. Money is a necessity if I want to keep my Starbucks addiction. It's not like I get a frappe. I just like the Chai Latte's. It's the foamed milk that does me in the end. mmm.
I need to type up poetry today. Eh.
I'm reading A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius and Dave Eggers is a genius.