I'm a neglector

That's right, I neglect. My blog, that is. I think I'm ready to go to Africa now. Who's in?

I'm getting more interested in politics/political issues and it's quite frightening. Remember those days when ignorance was bliss? Wait...were there ever any of those days? Maybe when I was 5.

Finally did the AIDS Walk yesterday, which went pretty well. I walked with my friend, Linda, and we had a rowdy good time. Except for when it rained. And when BD Wong, our "celebrity walker" (you'll remember him well from "Father of the Bride" fame...no??), decided he needed to talk about all things under the sun and half of the crowd got up to leave and start walking without him (put a cork in it!).

I work part-time at a sweet little Italian bakery in Mil., and there's this guy who comes in every morning, not to buy cookies or pastries, but to get some Chiclets out of this little vending machine we have in the front of the store. Odd. I wonder if he's addicted to them. Perhaps he goes into convulsions w/o his daily Chiclet fix. If you're out there, Mr. Chiclet Man, rock on. You're keeping the dream alive.

Now I must go watch football. DA Bears.