We'll Name it, Mufasa. September 18, 2002 - 3:12 p.m.

They actually have work for me AGAIN this week. I'm loving the prospect of money.

I spent nearly all night waltzing my blue suede shoes in circles around 7 tables put together, picking up sheet after sheet, nearly breaking my arm from the weight of the final collection. Then starting over again.

When there is nothing in your stomach other than a handful of Club cracker sandwiches swirling around in a pool of Big Red... your stomach isn't afraid to let you know it's angry.

And take my word for it when I say, the growl from a hungry stomach can be far more frightening than from the most ferocious lion.

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