tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-67028930485634353992007-02-24T10:38:00.000-06:002007-02-24T17:26:24.994-06:002007-02-24T17:26:24.994-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/Rd73eGmrBnI/AAAAAAAAABw/RBYxRClLm_4/s1600-h/262-204+Elmers+4oz+Glue.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/Rd73eGmrBnI/AAAAAAAAABw/RBYxRClLm_4/s200/262-204+Elmers+4oz+Glue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034733529987745394" border="0" /></a>I gotta go jogging or something. I can't just sit here eating waffles all day, even as yummy as they are. It seems like nearly everyone is elsewhere. Sylar and Mohinder are off on a road trip and Lana's waiting for them back in New York. Mr. Bennet has stopped by. I wonder if he'll teach me Canasta. That would be cool, as long as I don't start seeing stuff or get "collected". I'm wondering where Claude has gotten to. I really hope that emo Peter guy doesn't totally depress him. I don't think he appreciates Claude's sage advice, or Claude either, for that matter. I haven't seen Mr. Muggles in the diner since I got here; I usually get on pretty well with dogs.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/Rd74iWmrBoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/b-Um6ap5T4c/s1600-h/tracetranstemp1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/Rd74iWmrBoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/b-Um6ap5T4c/s200/tracetranstemp1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034734702513817218" border="0" /></a>I've switched my look again. I didn't think I should Goth out again, not yet. At least now I don't look like a hippy, just kinda average with my baggy jeans and a t-shirt, and a hoodie. Of course I do have a Union Jack on my shirt, but it's not likely that anyone here at the moment is likely to notice that. *sigh* you have no idea how tempted I am to try glueing a 100 dollar bill to the underside of my table. The thought just occurred to me as I've been sitting here, and I recalled an old quote from somewhere "Don't leave me here or I'll do something evil like gluing things together." I can kinda see the appeal, now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/Rd750WmrBpI/AAAAAAAAACA/Ol_qP0Dqzrw/s1600-h/100_dollar_bill.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/Rd750WmrBpI/AAAAAAAAACA/Ol_qP0Dqzrw/s200/100_dollar_bill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034736111263090322" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I dunno. Maybe I will go somewhere. I know Claude had left word he was worried about his <a href="http://www.burnttoastdiner.com/2007/02/my-only-friends.html">birds</a>, and whether Peter would take care of them. Perhaps I'll try and find them and care for them myself, as I figure Peter will be still whining.<br /><br /><center> - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</center><br />Hi! This is the Chef again. Send in your <a href="http://www.burnttoastdiner.com/2007/02/time-to-vote.html">votes</a> for Burnt Toast Diner's Greatest Hits!Tarothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17950245970744009610midnightsun999@aol.com6