What on Earth compelled me to e-mail Catherine while I was hammered at 2am last night. Seriously, how did that seem like a good idea? Oh well, thank God for "sent mail" folders, so that I can at least see what I wrote whilst in a more sober state of mind. Good God, that e-mail made no sense at all.
Moreover, I've lost 3 consecutive phone wars with her (ie: she hasn't called when she says she will etc.)...
hmmm...I will NEVER understand women.
Moreover, I've lost 3 consecutive phone wars with her (ie: she hasn't called when she says she will etc.)...
hmmm...I will NEVER understand women.