n'est pas

Apparently I do not own envelopes.
Apparently I do not own blank sheets of paper by which to fold in an envelope-like matter.

Today after putting my two cents wortha coattail riding in at the department meeting, I somehow drifted from taking actual notes to drawing a dinosaur. With a mohawk. Giving everyone the middle claw.
It's titled "When Dinosaurs Roamed The Mall." Panagea Uber-Alles!
I should probably scan that shit in. I'll put that at the bottom of my list of "things that seemed like a good idea at the time to do".

Alright, when I say your name, you say 'here.' And we will assume 'here' is short for 'here I am...rock you like a hurricane.' -ATHF