I was listening to Ani really loud (what's new?) and between songs I heard the phone ring. Then again. I jumped up from my typewriter ran through the door way, tripped on the baby carriage, and then the big red exercise ball, collapsed on top of Erik, WHO WAS SITTING RIGHT BESIDE THE PHONE, and picked it up.

I'm sucking all the caramel out of the Caramilk bars. It's the best part. I'm vaguely wondering where my mother and father are, but I'm not really surprised they haven't returned yet. It will again, be another long night of frantic construction.
And Wal-Mart.