Promises, promises

I've slept 2.5 hours out of the past 64, so if you've tuned into the Drivel for an update, you're kind of outta luck. Sure, there are great stories to tell--riveting stories even--about my time in Central Arkansas. But I'm exhausted and I choose to save them for a time when I'm coherant.

The Cliffs Notes version: yesterday I had lunch with Debbie and Barbara, cookies with Brent and Dave, then dinner AND breakfast with Darren (since we were at IHOP 9.5 hours straight). Today I had lunch with Patty and dinner with Joe. I've shopped, worked out, and napped. Oh, and I did a little work, which was the reason for my trip.

Last night some dude with a mullet walked into IHOP. I thought he was talking to himself, but turns out he was on the phone via bluetooth (Sidenote: if you do that in the car, fine. If you walk around public like that, you're a freak.) And here is what he said, "Yeah, I'm gonna wait 'til I hear from that paternity test before I change my beneficiaries. I don't know if she's my kid." Charming.