Reverse-order chronological stuff that comes out of me.
Sunday, March 31, 2002
I am going to bed now, dreading what Banana and McMonk have in store for me tomorrow. I'll be checking each shoe before I slip my toes in, tasting a bit of the sugar before putting it in my tea. You see, tomorrow (or probably today by the time you read this) is April Fool's Day. I haven't given any thought to what I will do to them or the nice folks at work, so I'll just have to improvise.