it's me, scott.

so i'm sitting here, at work (it sure is late to be at work!), and i'm hungry. and i remembered that this guy here norman, he told me that there were "snacks" you could buy in the refrigerator for fifty cents, and that you just put your money in a cup and it is based on the honor system.

so i thought. hey! i will go get a snack and then i won't be so hungry anymore! (i think very intellectual things, always). so i took my dollar, and i went to the break room, and THERE WAS NOTHING IN THERE BUT THREE BAGS OF RAISINETTES.

okay, really, do YOU eat raisinettes? no! you don't! you know how i knew that? BECAUSE NOBODY EATS RAISINETTES BECAUSE THEY ARE REALLY GROSS. tomorrow, i'm bringing lunchables to work.

i bought some baby blue pajamas at wal-mart last week and when i wear them i feel like i'm six years old. heath said "you look like a big kid". hey wait, did i already write that in my last entry? i can't remember. clearly, i am losing my brain.

soon i won't be able to think those highly intellectual thoughts anymore.

okay i'm still hungry. bye!!

love,
scott.

ps. i'm at the data center and it's near the airport so i hear these loud "WHOOOOOOoooooooOSHHHHHHHHHHHHH" airplane noises all the time and am convinced that "osama" person is going to crash one of them right into my desk every time i hear them.