this was a silly poem my sister julie wrote to me today in an email.

octupus
octagon
octave
ocular
octane
November

i just thought it was silly and cute, so i decided that i should post it..

i'm planning on calling in sick tomorrow, cause i still feel like shit...so yeah..great fun..sleep in, go grocery shopping and all of that jazz...then hang out with the guy who freaked out that i called him "dude" last night...oh the joy and fun of it all..at least i'm getting pizza i think