April 18th, 2002

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Oh my god... Scary... Our marketting team is brainstorming on how to market our product, and they are using George W. Bush as an example of a good marketing person, and we should run our company like George is running the country.

Does this mean we will be invading our competitor's offices soon?
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I've been loving the weather. The warm days and cold nights. For some reason I sleep far better on cold nights. It's just harder to encourage myself to get out of the warm bed in to the cold air, in the morning. But I do seem to sleep deeper, like the human form of hibernnation.

It was nice to have an empty house, to snuggle with Heather in (have I mentioned that Heather rocks my socks?). I love my roomies and friends, but once in a while, having the house to yourself is so nice.

So, what are everyones plans for Saturday? Party? Chill? Don't know what the significance of Saturday is?

I'll probably be chillin' at Pink Bunny's pad that night. A nice relaxing social gathering before my b-day festivities begin. I'm thinking I need to hold a "What age does Adam act?" contest. I'm not sure what the prize for the winning entry would be, or what the qualifications would be, but it might be fun. Something like a Friar's Roast. Maybe even have the winning entries read by the authors at my party on the 4th (my real b-day is April 24th, though (born 4 days too late)).

Anyway, that's it for now.
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Writen on the white board here at work, "INTELIGENCE Is The GREATEST HIGH!"


Ummm... Someone please save me from these sick, sick people?