Groovy Sunday

Just had a fun text conversation with Traci, My Super-Hot Best Friend Whom I Will Never See Naked, and I wanted to share it. I picked her up at the airport today, and got to spend a great day with her, but it wasn't quite long enough for me, so after I'de been home a couple of hours I texted her phone.

This is how the conversation went...

Ray Jay: Fude iz GUDE!!!
Traci: I agree! Too much makes me feel shity though!
Ray Jay: Trew. :-,
Traci: What's up with the spelling?
Ray Jay: Knoe eyedeah. I mei bea pozest.
Traci: U may be a dork.
Ray Jay: LOL!!! Yeah, I just may be... A little...

Traci rules!!!

I'm killing time now, waiting for Brian's computer to get well. I was burning The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul from Audible.com, and the the poor eMachine just couldn't handle it any longer.

But I managed to get Salmon of Doubt burned. I guess 10 discs in a row is just too much to ask of an eMachine. Still, it's not as though I haven't read these books. I just wanted to have them for the car.

You'd think I'd be burned out on Douglas Adams by now, but I just don't think that's possible. Can't have enough!!! Hitchhiker's Guide, Dirk Gently, Last Chance To See and the random essays of The Salmon of Doubt, I just can't get tired of Douglas Adams! His particular take on Life is somehow always fresh to me.

Blah.

I'm kind of just rambling now. So I'm going to go.