Help me, Bob Costas. You're my only hope.

February 27, 2002

This afternoon, I woke up in the middle of a dream in which I was running from an evil organization bent on destroying me. I knew too much. But I foiled their plan, apparently, and after hiding out with the owner of an Italian restaurant for a bit, I decided to go to the media for protection. I would speak to Bob Costas, and Bob Costas alone. I blame the current All My Children story line and the Olympics for that one.

I chuckle every time it occurs to me that Chris Pronger now owns a gold medal. First he brought Christy Mathewson forward in time in my bad novel, and now he's won the gold. He does it all.

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Sarah; 02-28-2002 @ 02:46 AM CST

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