This afternoon I went down to Au bon Pain for lunch. I got a cup of soup and a corn bread muffin. I bagged the food to take back to my desk where I would eat and work. The elevator doors closed but the buttons wouldn’t illuminate. THE ELEVATOR WAS STUCK!!! There I stood in the crowded elevator. Luckily I was on the first floor so the fear of plunging to my death wasn’t overwhelming. The minutes began to tick by. I started to panic…this is taking too long. Finally, the one guy grabbed the door and PRIED IT OPEN. We had to step up to the floor but we got out. I mmediately jumped into another elevator to get back to the office.

I loaded a program to fight all the spam comments donnaville has been receiving. One thing I discovered is that the comments aren’t about getting people to click the links but rather to get Google to index and rank the posted url. Jeden Tag ein bisschen schlauer.

Charles mentioned me in one of his Vents. Reading it, I began to wonder: Is it that I know what I want or is it just the nagging feeling that boys have cooties?