Friday, September 21, 2007
There is no prize for beating me, except that you may feel quite superior. I was honestly stumped on two of the three, the other a mental error I should not have made.
See you Monday. There's a show tomorrow, but I'm still so Italy'd out I have no idea what we'll do yet. I hear Michael's angling to dump me because he found better help.
P.S. When you go to church Sunday, say a prayer for Zimbabwe. It's getting worse...