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I flew back home Saturday afternoon.
I BBQ'd with Danielle and Kevin, and it was the only night I had that felt anything remotely close to a real vacation, except for Friday I guess, when Andy took me to the movies. We saw 300, and it was OH SO SEXY, and silly, and amusing. I was entirely pleased with it. Anyway, Sunday I cleaned a bit, and danced some, and wrote a letter to my prison pal, whom I have neglected, lately, and I feel bad about it. But I've written a little something for now and maybe I'll write some more this week, because my last letter was somewhat short, only eight pages. This may seem long to you, but by my standards it is middling. I did however send him some pictures, and tose are worth a thousand words, so I'm told.
School started again today, but in fuel metering all we died was retake a test that I don't have to take again, so I have like, two hours to sit and do nothing. My back is killing me right around the side and underneath my right shoulderblade, so I've been working at it with a ball peen hammer, and everyone who comes in looks at me like I'm quite mad, but I assure you it is fantastic. You see, there's really no one I would care to ask for a back rub, and then when you do that there's no garuantee they're any good at it anyway, so if I can satisfy myself with my eight oz then why not? Wow that sounded dirty and weird. anyway, it feels REALLY GOOD, so if you are ever in a situation where there is a sore you can't reach and there's no one to get it for you, grab a hammer-- preferable of the ball peen variaty because they have the round ends and it works so much better than the flat face.
I really have nothing of interest to say, as I'm sure you can tell.
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I BBQ'd with Danielle and Kevin, and it was the only night I had that felt anything remotely close to a real vacation, except for Friday I guess, when Andy took me to the movies. We saw 300, and it was OH SO SEXY, and silly, and amusing. I was entirely pleased with it. Anyway, Sunday I cleaned a bit, and danced some, and wrote a letter to my prison pal, whom I have neglected, lately, and I feel bad about it. But I've written a little something for now and maybe I'll write some more this week, because my last letter was somewhat short, only eight pages. This may seem long to you, but by my standards it is middling. I did however send him some pictures, and tose are worth a thousand words, so I'm told.
School started again today, but in fuel metering all we died was retake a test that I don't have to take again, so I have like, two hours to sit and do nothing. My back is killing me right around the side and underneath my right shoulderblade, so I've been working at it with a ball peen hammer, and everyone who comes in looks at me like I'm quite mad, but I assure you it is fantastic. You see, there's really no one I would care to ask for a back rub, and then when you do that there's no garuantee they're any good at it anyway, so if I can satisfy myself with my eight oz then why not? Wow that sounded dirty and weird. anyway, it feels REALLY GOOD, so if you are ever in a situation where there is a sore you can't reach and there's no one to get it for you, grab a hammer-- preferable of the ball peen variaty because they have the round ends and it works so much better than the flat face.
I really have nothing of interest to say, as I'm sure you can tell.
<3