Feeling much calmer about my book, now. Amazon's still getting a nasty email. I'm letting Ronke write it if I don't have that book TOMORROW! I pity those who fall beneath the wrath of Ronke. She's the reason I loathe the idea of being a waitress or a cashier. I couldn't handle someone like her, which is not to say that I don't love her. She's like my sister...my little sister...my extremely needy little sister, not yet capable of taking care of herself. I don't know what she's gonna do when I graduate next year. I've been trying to impart my wisdom unto her, but it doesn't seem to stick. Of course, I never considered myself particularly life-savvy until meeting her. Poor thing seems helpless--except when harassing people.
Why is it that everyone failed to mention to Karen that this weekend time changed? I'm a little upset about that one. Not even my two calendars hanging on the wall informed me of that! Grah. Double Grah.
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