I keep telling myself, Adam, tonight and all weekend you are going to sit at home and pack up things in your apartment. I don’t want to though. That’s no fun at all. I’d much rather just go out and have a good time. Maybe I could do late night drunken packing? That could be fun! Or I could have a packing party, just invite friends over and make them all pack my things for me while I supervise with a bull whip and martini. Yes, that sounds much more fun. Who wants to come?
Anyhow, I realized yesterday that trying to help people out can backfire on you sometimes. Where is the reliability in the world? I am scheduling new events for the Red Cross today which is a relief. We need to get ourselves out in the public eye more often. They have new Gatorade AM flavors. Will this really make me awake in the morning? Doubt it.
Alright, I gotta jet. But one last thing, I looked up Shetland Ponies on wikipedia, awesome. I got apple juice at the gas stationt his morning. more awesome. And 309 has a picture of himself in a Speedo on Facebook. Not awesome. I was quit terrified.