127 days to go
Part II: Electric Boogaloo

Fridays are great. Especially when you get your tax return(finally!).

So, I got some stuff done, namely, I replaced my crappy cell phone. I shouldn't give such a bad product review. It was a good cell phone, it just got old and abused. I had it too long, and working construction doesn't help preserve the health of a cell phone. Got a new plan(finally!) with free nights and weekends. My phone number hasn't changed, so feel free to call me after 9pm CST to gab. Enough on that.

Tomorrow, it's time to head to my cousins' graduation party. One from 8th grade, one from high school. Ah, precious memories. I can still vaguely remember doing my graduation. I know I was there, but it seems so long ago.

I forget that there's been some years between then and now. Almost 11- which is also a prime number.

Question: Am I overdoing the prime number schtick? Just wondering.

My friend is coming into town next weekend. There's nothing more dangerous than crazy libras cavorting in the Windy City, especially when we'll be out with other wild and crazy libras.

Today's turning 30 panic attack alert status had been upgraded to orange. I really didn't want to think about how many years it's been since high school, nor remind myself about my cousins graduations.

Now, more than ever, I could use a beer. Nah. It's not that bad, I'm just getting grumpy about age(again). I warned you.

My friend Sylvie says that men shouldn't get married until they're at least 30, and that their brides should be over 25. I like that philosophy, besides, she's old country Serbian, and she curses like a sailor. Who better to give marital advice? My stepmom, from Mississippi, says the same thing. Sounds like a good idea, yes?

I'm almost 30, which means I should be prime marrying age. If anyone else is hearing the robot from Lost in Space(and by that I don't mean that horrible remake of a classic TV show- I'm talking original) telling you there's danger coming, I'd run too, if I were you.

I just found out that storms are headed my way. I think I might go home now(despite not getting anything done in lab) before I have to write again about how much I hate rain. Plus I'm hungry and don't want to be here.

Food is good. Especially when you eat it.

Yeah, I hate to punch into class and run for it, but this looks nasty, and I've got nice shoes on(everything else is still wet from Wednesday's rides, if you can believe it).

My faithful readers, I will try to write tomorrow and Sunday, but, as I said, I will be encountering several panic attacks while out of town.

Be careful out there(for better hallway vision).

dave

ps remind me to make that line into a song someday. Be careful out there(for better hallway vision)- sounds like a fun one.

dave