i'm getting really into bridget jones diary and i can't stand to get out of the car when i get someplace. now that holly isn't coming this weekend i have lots of time for errands. and hopefully some sewing because i've been slacking. and annie needs her jammies. i hve nothing else to report except that i have four calendars in my station. way too many. the lady who's husband just died came in and now i'm all depressed. oh and if annie reads this a bomb hit my apartment. there's no explanation of how it could be so messy. or a troop of bears. it could be that too. silly bears.