So what do you call that meal that happens when you get up and noon, but don't get around to breakfast until its like, midnight? BreakSnack? Whatever it is,
taxlady and I just finished it. We did it in a communal manner (not easy in our little kitchen) I cooked bacon and eggs, while she made toast and tater tots-oids.
Nov. 1st, 2003
Side Note: parts of me think I'm awake now, but not all parts have yet checked in. If anyone know where my pancreas or my left butt cheek have gotten to, please contact me.
I came across these two different articles on ancient O2 levels:
Low Levels
High Levels
My favorite quote: "... I don't know of any brontosaurus that could fly."
I came across these two different articles on ancient O2 levels:
Low Levels
High Levels
My favorite quote: "... I don't know of any brontosaurus that could fly."