I know that tomorrow is Super-de-duper Tuesday. If I'd thought about it earlier I would have planned a Primary Party, with red, yellow & blue decorations and treats. So, no party. But you can bring over some chips and dip and listen with me to the returns come in on NPR, if you like.
I know that if the FBI needs to find you, they will. Once I worked as a manager for a time-share resort thing. One of the guys who worked with me was a smart soon-to-be law student named Sam, who had a theory that all food could some how be classified as pizza (spaghetti: noodles/ crust, sauce/sauce or, PB Sandwich: bread/crust, PB/sauce ... and so on). A few years later I was married (hence, new last name), not working at that job and living in a different place when, indeed, the FBI called me about Sam. He had applied for some special government job or something and the FBI needed me to confirm a few things about him. Funny, huh. They actually called me twice. Let me tell you, your heart skips a beat when the man on the other end of the line tells you he's with the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
I know that I have millions of words in my head waiting, just waiting to be written down, if I could only get them out. At which point, hopefully they would arrange themselves into a national best seller and rid me of my student loans.
I know that Alan Greenspan is one smart cookie. Seriously, the man is impressive. I've been reading his book, The Age of Turbulence. I'm learning a lot about economics. More than I actually learned in the economics class I took in college. But that was mostly because there was a cute boy who sat in front of me, and my best friend and I spent our time staring at him instead of listening to the professor. Actually, I just wasn't that invested (get it? hee). English was a much better major for me. (But the guy was pretty cute..)
I know that I should go to bed now. Otherwise, I will be tired and grumpy tomorrow and really, my lovely family deserves better than that. But I'll probably stay up just a little bit longer, anyway.
What do you know? I want to know.