Tensions are high...
Ah, Homecoming Day. Physical exertion to the max. I lost ten pounds in the last week. For those of you keeping track at home, the current count is twenty-five pounds gone. Yee-haw. Anyways, I went and saw "Lord of War." That was a most depressing movie. Very depressing. Yeah. If you like being happy, don't see it. It was still good. But really morbid. Let's seem what else to say? Ah, I know. Kilpat freaking rocks. And, to James: we're not screwing around anymore. That was our one time. For the rest of the year, it's by the books. We have something good here and I'm not throwing it down the shitter because you think Peter was in his right. Well, I'm saying this here and now. He never was. James, frankly, don't be an asshole. You can screw around when I'm gone, but before then, it's two years of peace between the trombones and Blanton. Peter's gone James, I'm in charge. Besides, there's a difference between open defiance and blatant stupidity. We're done screwing around. Now we get serious.