This weekend I went fishing with my boss on a high desert lake. The kind of place that you expect to be filled to the rim with gigantic trout. Well, I couldn’t tell you as I managed to catch zero fish.
As with what I believe is a direct result of my fishing mishaps, I’ve now come down with a terrible cold. For the first time since Schalke’s 1996 UEFA cup victory, I on the verge of losing my coice. And it’s certainly not from talking to all those fish I didn’t catch.
On the upside, I just ordered the sweetest cell phone known to mankind. The Treo 700P.