So, today I'm sitting at my desk contemplating life in general. I just heard that Mr. Rogers died. My heard sank when I heard that information. I feel that Mr. Rogers was a staple in my childhood learning. He taught me how to interact and how to be nice. He had great puppets!
Hiccups suck! I had them for almost a half an hour. The real convulsing kind that rocks your chest and stops your breath.
(the last part of my posting was actually from 2/27/03, sorry)