Sniffles the clown

So last week I had to file a gazillion papers - craft ideas, but mostly hundreds(seemed like that much) of flyers and letters and promotional pamphlets and postcards from programmers. The scariest one I came across was a full color(frighteningly brilliant and bright) postcard from Waffles the Clown. I would have preferred Crusty. This guy's name alone freaked me out. I don't like clowns that much...but lately, what with my nose sniffling, I've decided if I were to be a clown that would be my name. It would make a lot of sense, too. Cuz I'd have nasal problems from all the coke I'd be sniffin' what with being dealing with being a CLOWN.anyway.I slept till 1 pm today. I can't remember the last time I did that....but it was cuz I was up till 4 am watching a documentary I rented about a mentally challenged man. It was really good - the first DVD was the original documentary from the 1970s when no one gave a hoot about PCness and he was a retard, and the second DVD was an update 20 years later about what's happened since. If you're ever desperate enuf to spend three hours watching a touching view on a jewish family and the growing independence of their son, go rent Best Boy/Best Man. Tomorrow I'm gonna watch another doc called A Brother's Keeper, it's a "heartwarming tale of murder".Ok ok....so after I woke I got my arse outa bed and showered and dressed and defied my pillow calling out for me and did some errands. I had to return a skirt to a store and of course I bought another, and some pants, and and and. And then Amsel and I were all highschoolish and walked 'round the mall tonite and made up for our childish Sat. night by spending our money at the Xmas tree shoppe. God we're fogies. Then I got all teary in the driveway cuz I miss my old work pals A LOT, and then I thought of lotsa other peeps I miss. Oooh well. So Sniffles it is.