I was trying to think of something witty to respond to the "Missing Person Report" but my intellect has failed. So simply stated, I am here in Idaho. I would like to come up on Friday evening and see as many people as possible. EmPo, Mike, Sis. Morgan, you are expected to be there. I'll be at the Center around 6, providing that people are still there. Or if that doesn't work, I could come Friday morning, you know, help Scribblers go out (ha, ha). Or if that doesn't work, I will come next week. But Friday morning or evening, I'll probably be coming anyway.
I've been working at Barnes and Noble (for any who would like to drop by and see me in the evening on weekends). It's not nearly as fun as it was when Shannon used to work there (I don't know if anyone remembers Shannon Tiejan, but she's pretty awesome.) We used to do all sorts of crazy stuff, like build forts out of the Customer Service Booth and look up what our dreams meant in the Dream Interpretation Guides. We would go to IHOP after work and stay until 1 (I'm pretty sure the waiters there hated us). We stalked boys from her college years and made effigies and burned them in bonfires. Yeah, B&N isn't nearly as fun. Now the only people who work there are teeny boppers that only talk about the sale going on at the clothing store next door and flirting with the boys that come in. Blah.
So I was bored cashiering last night and stooped to the lowest of lows. I picked up that new Twilight book (you know, the one about the vampires that has absolutely no redeeming literary qualities and yet is still on the bestsellers.) and started to read it. I know. Disgusting. You may all disown me now and discredit me as a valuable WC employee.
Sis. Morgan, I think you should figure out a way for me to work at the WC for the rest of summer. If not for my sanity's sake, for the sake of good literature.