Well I removed the pebble from my boot.  Michael wanted to know how big it was. I told him just about the size of a pot seed. 

The other day, I had a pebble in my boot and told Michael, my smoking buddy, that it was bugging me.

 Today, it’s still bugging me.

More random but somehow important thoughts:

 I set up my password(s) at work w/my daughter’s name and year of birth.

 I have now been prompted to change it, and since my brain has too many passwords anyway, I just changed the year.

 I’m now thinking that eventually, when I can’t remember when my kid was born any more, I’ll be sorry.

Do you send out a lot of mail from work?

 Do you lick your envelopes, regardless of the email that went around a couple years ago about someone cutting their tongue on an envelope, and it thus developing a bump that contained roach eggs?

 I worry about being cloned by one of my policyholders, yet I continue to lick these envelopes.