Sunday, August 03, 2003

w00t. Yards more progress in Molly's thing, and Renn Faire tomorrow.

And apparently, you need to find Jesus while knitting as well.

I swear, these guys just gravitate to me.

(No offense to any Christians in the crowd. I just grumpy to the weird Fundie types)

Edit: Yes, that last sentence makes no sense. Oops, late night blues. How about "The weird Fundie types tend to gravitate towards me. That makes me grumpy."