26 July 2008

that baby don't look like me.

Guuuhhhh.

I have been in the strangest mood the last few days. Exceptionally tired, even after a full night's rest; spaced out; no attention span. I've got to snap out of it.

Maybe it's because I opened $10,000 worth of bills from Northside Hospital yesterday and fried my brain.

On a lighter note, I received a couple of emails from my good friend Jack Shearer this week. He transferred to Burkina Faso, Africa after a promotion earlier this year. I hadn't heard from him in a few months and kept picturing him in pieces, strewn across the fucking Serengeti. Haha. But he's fine! Just a little homesick. Waiting for a more detailed update.




Also, I fell down the stairs this morning: Flip Flops + Carpeted Stairs = Disaster.

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I miss Champ.

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