I woke up this morning, at my leasure, next to Sam. I can only describe this as a pleasant experience. After my classes we met up again and biked across the river to watch a wrecking ball work on the side of an old brick school.
I came home to find that my pogs were rubber-banded in with Theon's usual bundle of Stylus packages. A few days ago at work I found a pog mixed in while digging through a bucket of screws and springs, washers and whatnot. Inspired, I purchased two hundred and thirty odd pogs for six dollars off ebay.
My favorite featires a purple nosed hairy man inexplicably inline skating on his hands towards Venice. The other clearly states that it is recycable. I'd forgotten how many yin yang signs and skulls had occured during the ninties. And so many are public service announcements. Kids! Call 911!
Then we built a lego robot, complete with motors. It could catch a little lego fish.
I'll be going to sleep now, my breath is horrible. Zach, a tall, tall Abraham Lincoln-esq friend of mine recomended that I down a chopped up garlic clove to fight off being sick and since I feel I've already paid my dues to illness this winter, I'm willing to do anything to stop this cold before it gets in there.