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Log: Day something of this whatchamacallit.
Caitie was sick today. So was mom. Suck. Went to church and enjoyed both fellowship and lesson. I aquired supplement through some donuts and oddly good tasting blueberry muffin stuff. For lunch went to an old couple's house with ma and pa for chili. Very good chili... mmmmm... chili. From there went to a firing range and sighted in 30-06. Very accurate now. I think it could kill something quite effectively. Typing this now and realizing how boring this must be for the reader. INTERESTING STUFF!!!! LOUD NOISES!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!! ... ... ... ... HEY! Did you know I was poetic? At least that's what someone told me once a long time ago. Just because I wrote a poem once or twice doesn't mean I'm poetic. (By the way, this peanut butter and honey sandwhich is very good). ... hmmmm...
Arresting any hint of the slightest frown,
Is my sweet sandwich,
Gracefully glazed and golden brown.
As I take each bite I grow more solemn,
Ahh screw it. I'm tired, that wasn't going anywhere, and I just want to finish my sandwich. That's what happens when you are just bored and decide to type. Farewell, and to all a Good night.
Caitie was sick today. So was mom. Suck. Went to church and enjoyed both fellowship and lesson. I aquired supplement through some donuts and oddly good tasting blueberry muffin stuff. For lunch went to an old couple's house with ma and pa for chili. Very good chili... mmmmm... chili. From there went to a firing range and sighted in 30-06. Very accurate now. I think it could kill something quite effectively. Typing this now and realizing how boring this must be for the reader. INTERESTING STUFF!!!! LOUD NOISES!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!! ... ... ... ... HEY! Did you know I was poetic? At least that's what someone told me once a long time ago. Just because I wrote a poem once or twice doesn't mean I'm poetic. (By the way, this peanut butter and honey sandwhich is very good). ... hmmmm...
Arresting any hint of the slightest frown,
Is my sweet sandwich,
Gracefully glazed and golden brown.
As I take each bite I grow more solemn,
Ahh screw it. I'm tired, that wasn't going anywhere, and I just want to finish my sandwich. That's what happens when you are just bored and decide to type. Farewell, and to all a Good night.