Entry 000040; 11.03.01

And for lack of anything better to do, I sit here and blather.

I sit here and get just a little worried about Jim and Devin. Already it's 1:00 and we dropped them off at the Palladium at 7:30. I might drive by and check to make sure they are allright.

More than vaguely, I wonder if I really am just as shallow as the rest. My bed has gone through three boys in four days. Disregard context and look at the numbers. What does the data tell you?

I keep restarting my computer, because i see it working so sluggish. Of course, the problem is probably not the computer, but it is the user who is the slug.

Bob is worried about little ashia, "sniffing the walls and puncing on them, and hell be standing still then run away really fast like something scared him, but nothings there."

"He's a kitten, I answer, that's what they do."

But a parent is always bound to wonder.