Disregard This

I'd like to first establish a frame of reference. I don't know exactly how long it's been since I last wrote something, but I'm going to call it a week. Now, I know it's been much more than a week (or I at least think so) but I don't get weekends off at either of my jobs, so everything kind of melts together. It's summer, I think today is Sunday. I don't remember the last day I had off (which was yesterday) and the distance to my next day off (wednesday) seems interminably long.

Erica is visiting on Thursday, Devon is home for a couple of weeks, I have to figure out how I am going to attend college in September.

I think what I'm trying to say here is I'm very tired and my stomach is flipping around a little bit.

I was a but unnerved by the one run wins over the KC Royals, but this thrashing of the A's is making me feel a bit better.

Whatever.

There isn't much else to say. I've been trying to write a story, but I can't come up with any good ideas. I've been having some bizarre dreams, but I can't really remember them. I've been writring the occassional successful e-mail, and I just mowed my lawn.

This has taken me about a week to write completely, so a lot of the notes about what day it is and how I'm feeling are no longer applicable.

I have, for a long time, been considering getting into weather. I mean really getting into weather. Barometric pressure, radar loops, the whole thing. It's so cool. I'm sick of watching the weather and relying on their analysis. I want a fucking command center in my backyard, and I want to do the predicting myself. I don't think that it's all that difficult to do. So I'll let you know how all that turns out.

God, just forget this post altogether, my back is killing me and I don't have anything I want to talk about.