Splat.

That's how I feel right now...splat!
(as in flattened by a flyswatter)

Just got home from Norman and the OU/Baylor game. The good news is that OU won (in double friggin overtime!) and no one saw fit to splat themselves all over the sidewalk by blowing themselves up.

Around 4:30 this afternoon, someone called my cell phone. I couldn't answer it because I wasn't supposed to have my phone on me at work. It's a number I don't really recognize, and the caller didn't leave a message. It's probably a wrong number or something... Just my luck!

I am so tired I can't even spell...so I"m going to bed.



And that's all from where I sit
(but not for much longer cuz I'm goin' to bed y'all).

--MorelaterZ--
(when I'm coherent)