Dude, High School.

Yesterday was an all around strange one. I started doing legitimate work for the pops and Hometown Siding Co. Inc. Let me tell you now, I'm still trying to calm myself down from the excitement. Then, later that evening was a little shindig that a good friend of mine and I like to call "Old School Party." It pretty much consisted of cheap beer, good friends, and the reenactment of our high school days. It was not long after beginning our descendance into reminiscent times that we quickly realized how not cool being in high school was for us in the ways of entertainment and drinking. None the less, we got a few Keystone Lights in our system and the ball began to roll. A little ping-pong, a little trampouline, and a little music from days of old to bring it right back where it started from. In other words, I got no sleep and had to wake up early for work the next day, drive all the way to Pittsburg to measure windows, and settle my brain the in the stupor and daze that it was the entire day. I was luckier than some, whose misfortunes included driving an hour home only to turn around and drive two and a half back up north to work in strange places for the weekend. My hats off to you, fair lady. Well, I finished off the day with a little racketball. I really felt like sleeping, but Uncle T. talked me into some vigorous running around in a tiny white box where blue and green rubber balls fly at your face, (and you balls, for that matter) while you go running after it in the hopes of stiking it with a silly paddle like object with holes through it. Good times. The final score was T:3 C:2. Next time, mon frerer. Now I am just doing as you see before you. No big plans this evening, except a little R&R. My feet are blistered all to hell, and I'm tired. Uh oh, now I'm starting to piss and moan, so I guess its adios for now, my good people.

-C