"Who am I, and why am I here?"
Good grief. Hour and fifteen minutes, and I couldn't get a WINK of sleep. People kept blathering, and then I had to blather, and I had to use my uptight, unaccented voice so all the derned Yankees could understand what I was saying. What a waste of time.
At least they brung wimmen.
Anyway, now it's so late there really no time to play, so I think I'll just sign off for now and see all of you tomorrow.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at January 24, 2007 04:20 PM