8:31 a.m.||||2004-03-23
For that Great American Novel I'll never write, I consider some of the two thousand spams I get weekly to provide some of the greatest possible character names. At some point, not right now, as I am actually busy, working, really, I swear, I will start a little running list. There was one so Faulkian the other day, so perfect, so character ready, that I swore not to forget it. Until five minutes later, when I did.
What's new, you ask? Josh has a vomitous stomach bug and threw up many times yesterday, feeling better this morning apparently, when he whispered in my ear "whadder". Which I then gave him, which he then threw up.
Ugh.
The joys of the petri dish known as daycare