Aerden (aerden) wrote,

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Hurricane Wilma

Hurricane: Cripes! When I went to bed last night, Hurricane Wilma was a Category 1. This morning when I woke up, Mark told me it is now a Category 5!!

Dang, did it eat spinach, or something?

Baseball: Dear Astros,

You are a great baseball team, and we will love you, no matter what happens.

But please, please win the game tonight! (g) I really would love to see you go to the World Series. If the Red Sox could do it, by God, so can you. So go out there tonight, and play ball!



The Trial of Saddam Hussein: It began either last night or this morning. I'm told he refused to identify himself to the presiding judge. It sounds like his tactics will be to obstruct and stall as much as possible. I was interested to learn that this is not a jury trial but is instead a trial by a panel of judges. Different from our system, but interesting.

Cold: Like an idiot, I came up here to the receptionist's desk feeling fine, with no cough drops and no tissues. So of course, the second I start talking on the phone, I have to have a coughing fit, and my nose wants to run. Bleah.

And I still haven't bought stock in Ricola. I must do that. Ricola is God. (g)

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