hey, everybody.
well, i don't have much to say. but i feel this obligation to post something, since i've declared this a daily thing. er. my better half is missing, so i'm feeling a bit... vacant, perhaps? left swinging. eh. anyway, did the bag trick for more people today. it rocked. ah, perhaps i should start this portion of the post off like this:
MORNING:
woke up, went to camp, read pinter's "the birthday party" waiting at the bus stop and on the bus ride. it was awesome. soooo awesome. CRAZY.
MID-MORNING:
a good day at work, all the kids were singing along real loud, everyone having a good time. my throat starts to hurt. uh oh.
EARLY-AFTERNOON:
i start reading native son for english. it's pretty good. not great. but good. more kids, more singing, a bit more throat hurting. my voice is now hoarse. no matter, though.
MID-AFTERNOON:
More bunks, more singing, and i'm definitely hoarse. i did the bag trick. they dug it. day's over, i get in line with the five year olds for a popsicle. come home on the bus, hang out at debbie's for a while. i ride her son max's electric scooter around for a bit. we swing by my mom's house to pick up some books, and my busted tees came. yay. we go to my dad's.
EVENING:
sophie and i go to the pool and swim for a while. my dad brings dinner, we eat. sophie and i play macala. hard core. i drive home in debbie's car. eat ben and jerry's ice cream. and that bring me to the present. wew. i think my greatest talent is making a totally vacuous, empty, and boring day seem like a busy, boring day. what can i say, it's a blessing and a curse.
well, i would add a picture to this post, but korman locked me out of his photobucket. i guess i'll create my own account. dammit. ok, so maybe pictures later. mayyyybe. i bid you all goodnight.