|It's raining . . . rain.|
It's raining . . . rain.
Jul. 16th, 2004 @ 01:17 pm
Second day of work in a row (consecutive! one right after the other!) to be canceled for rain. Yesterday was silly because it cleared up pretty much as soon as we got back to town. Today, the rain continued.
I don't mind the notworking, naturally, but DAMN is it boring here. (Answer: yes.)
We need board games in this here place.
I am listening to: gonna stay inside, not let myself get absolutely soaking wet
Upon your return, there will have to be Scrabble.
You must see the very poppy singer-songwriter Greg Johnson when he returns to New Zealand... um... when he does that... whenever it is. Damn. Dani got an e-mail about it, but I really don't have that information, nor do I actually know where he's playing. Apparently his website is something like http://www.gregjohnsonmusic.co.nz
, although that might not actually be it. Heck, just google him.
Um... if you go, could you maybe buy me his new cd? I didn't buy one when I last saw him, and they don't actually sell it in this country.
I missyou and loveyou!
|Date:||July 19th, 2004 03:21 pm (UTC)|| |
Left you a phone message 4 days ago and haven't heard back. Put the money in your account, so hopefully you got it. Let me know.
Su padre en la casa de plumerias.
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