- I played football this saturday, and I sprained my finger. My brother twisted his ankle, my one cousin bashed his knee, and my other cousin's ankle popped. So I clearly got the worst of it all. But it's okay, because I have an enormously high threshold for pain.
- Starting today, I have a great deal of stress. A lot of tests and papers are coming due, and my pastor asked me to teach for him next Wednesday. I am FREAKING OUT. Whew; sorry, I occassionally panic and dream of running away to Soviet Russia. In Soviet Russia, the papers write you.
- It was almost 70 yesterday. I had a hard time falling asleep because it was too warm, and my fan blew up sometime last year. I know what you're thinking: "Why don't you put solar reflecting panels up all around the house?" Well, I've considered it; believe me.
- I have no idea what's going on in the world right now. I think Gonzales is still in trouble; I've never been as big a fan of him as I was of Ashcroft. Maybe if he pulled out some ninja moves right around now. Hey, that reminds me, was the Office a new one last thursday? Because I missed it. Because I was playing high stakes, do or die, no-limit texas hold 'em with a guy named Arnaud LaSou. It should go without saying that he defeated me. You can't beat those Irish at games of chance.
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