For once, Rakes and Trot were halfway normal today.
Ciera didn't run off and get her ears pierced, nobody had to go to the ER, and Ang doesn't need therapy or a drink to go to bed.
LOST was on and I got to watch every minute, work actually went OK, and everybody got to bed at a half way decent hour.
Tek still hasn't signed, Mikey is ahead of schedule and Pedroia still thinks he's 6 foot tall and bullet proof.
Basically, my world is essentially unchanged, save for an episode of LOST that still has me scratching my head. Which isn't really that unusual; most episodes of LOST end with me doing the same thing.
Until tomorrow, I leave you with this.
Next year finally came in 2004.
Take me away.
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