MST meaning Mountain Standard Time. Or, if you knew some of my friends in high school: Mormon Standard Time.
You know, I had great plans last night. I was going to get up early, be productive, get things done, be chipper.
And now the afternoon has made its gain on my entire day and I’ve done nothing but write a thousand words, watch tv, and sit in my dad’s office.
crap. crap. crap.
I must also admit to my incredible amazement that nowhere in Douglas County can there be found a copy of the Holy Bible: New Living Translation. Really? Really.