Oh sweet jesus...
So life is running me pretty ragged, to the point where the only "relax" time I get is at work (like right now). That's a little bit sad, but its also what I love about summers. And the slightly frightening thing is that I haven't even gotten into St. Joe's stuff yet. Crazy.
I blame Greg, who wants to get me in shape to play frisbee, so he comes over every day at five and runs me into the ground until I'm too tired/light headed to stand and then leaves again. I like being in shape, and I feel better about sitting inside for 8 hours, but its still a bit painful.
I just got back from New York, which was amazing. The UCB Theatre had some awesome improv, I saw Avenue Q (fantastic!) and I got to see Peter, which I guess was okay, but mostly I went for the improv. :) Note: Peter = The Captain, in case anyone was confused.
So life is crazy awesome, I've got a 9-5 job, and I'm going to Puerto Rico on Friday, so I'm missing the Fourth of July, which is a little depressing, but my aunt has a new puppy that needs someone to put a stop to its underage drinking habits.
In short, things are good and that's all I can ask for.
Rock.
I blame Greg, who wants to get me in shape to play frisbee, so he comes over every day at five and runs me into the ground until I'm too tired/light headed to stand and then leaves again. I like being in shape, and I feel better about sitting inside for 8 hours, but its still a bit painful.
I just got back from New York, which was amazing. The UCB Theatre had some awesome improv, I saw Avenue Q (fantastic!) and I got to see Peter, which I guess was okay, but mostly I went for the improv. :) Note: Peter = The Captain, in case anyone was confused.
So life is crazy awesome, I've got a 9-5 job, and I'm going to Puerto Rico on Friday, so I'm missing the Fourth of July, which is a little depressing, but my aunt has a new puppy that needs someone to put a stop to its underage drinking habits.
In short, things are good and that's all I can ask for.
Rock.