I have a cold, and I think I'm going to die. Oh well. 34 is a ripe old age.
If I choke to death on snot, tell my wife I love her.
Happy Lloydmas everyone. (I was planning to write a Lloydmas carol for this blog entry, but I don't have the energy. I had a few lines figured out already. It would have ended with "Jesus! Lloyd at thy birth".)
Thursday, November 30, 2006