today is sunday 17 august 2003.

a typical sunday. went to church. went to sleep. went to church. went somewhere to get something to eat--tonight a new york type deli on colorado boulevard. beside that, nothing really going on.

rockies getting killed in the big apple.

dodgers and nomo never let a cubbie cross home plate today. expos come to the city of angels tuesday--they'll wish they were back in montreal (or puerto rico, wherever they call home) when they face brown.

why do some people always send e-mail with the high-priority setting on? i'm tempted to fix that. 8-)