They call me Patty O'Furniture.

Another SETI unit completed. I feel like I've accomplished so much.

I don't want to go downstairs and help the landlady clean strawberries.
I don't want to go see a play tonight.
I want to be lazy, is that so wrong?
I can't think of anything funny to say right now. My newest joke insults Clint Eastwood and involves information you would need to have about Jenny Jones's career before she had a talk show in order for it to be funny. I'm in a moral dilemma. I think I'll just scrap it.



(huh huh, huh huh . . . . i said 'unit'.)