10:45 p.m. - May 22, 2002
Vapid
Imagine my face when this morning, after arriving at the work site, that I'd work with a woman recently transplanted from Mobile, Alabama, and whose accent was as fun to listen to as it was to mimic.
Can't carry off a southern accent but I had fun regardless.
After work took a train that smelled like Colonel Sanders home, picked up my veehickel and its brake job and new tires, then promptly fell asleep until 10 minutes ago.
This existence is vapid at best.
