it's me, scott.

first things first: it would take the kitty 16 days to get out of the well. 1 ft a day until the 16th day, when it would climb 3 feet and get out of the well. but, as we all know (and eamon/asymptotic.diaryland.com) pointed out), a tiny little kitty couldn't survive 16 days in a cold, dark well all alone. what kind of sick bastards come up with these riddles? make it a grasshopper or something next time, dillweed!

(side note: i really enjoy the term "dillweed" lately.)

so i was sitting around my apartment last night eating frosted cheerios and trying to keep my cat away from my frosted cheerios (i think she thinks that since they are shaped the same as her kitty food, that they are for her), anyway, josh's sister jessica calls me up and says that it is her last night in town, and she would be leaving tomorrow to go back home to new orleans, and i should come out to the bar where she was working. so i finish watching my movie (lady and the tramp -- a movie i could write entire letters about, i love it so much), put my cheerios away, and hop in the shower.

oh. on a side note (and i do feel that this is a subject important enough to interrupt my story), since beth and manda are talking about it right now, please never call me "scoot". i absolutely hate that!! "scott" will suffice. "scottie" if you're somebody really special. never ever "scoot". thank you.

okay. anyway.

i went to the bar and saw josh, and his mom and dad, and jessica, and she was nice enough to give me free rum & cokes! what a nice girl. so i sat around and talked to josh and ray, and listened to crappy music on the jukebox, and then said byebye to jessica and drove home. it doesn't sound very exciting, it was fun.

speaking of jukeboxes, i have decided to compile a list of all "good" jukeboxes in madison, wi ("good" being defined as "a jukebox which has the song "mr roboto" on it). so far, i have come up with the following:

1. jt whitneys pub and brewery. (this place has very good food, as well. i recommend it! if you ever come to madison, we can go and eat there! they have good fries.)

that is all.

it's almost lunchtime, and i don't have anything else to write to you today, so i am going to go and make sure that i have enough money for a bagel sandwich.

if you happen to see liza, please mention to her that sex before marriage is a sin. thank you.

love,
scott.