2/24/2003 09:45:00 PM [ link ]
and on the fifth day, the clouds parted
...and Amy spoke. Albeit in a voice less reminiscent of angels singing and more reminiscent of, say, a bullfrog. I've promised Aaron a torrent of witty repartee, scathing rebukes, and general cleverness to suitably make up for four days without all those things.
Maybe he'll forget I said that before the next time I see him?
