A Loss of Focus.

If there is one thing I could choose to do from now and progressing on throughout all of eternity, it would be spring clean-ups. Working with ye olde Irishmen is pure joy. I love to aerate, I love to power-rake, I love to hand-rake, and I love to mow. I am living out my dreams. Seriously. I'm thinking of starting a rival company with a couple of friends and hitting the big time in the yard care world. Anyone want in? It'll be a hoot.

In a somewhat related story, the temperature today was: "like way below frickin' zero, I swear". Today was an odd day in the wacky world of weather, as there were many bright sunshiny moments when large snowflakes were falling on my face. Then the clouds would close back up and release the hounds. The hounds of wind, naturally, and the hounds would bite at my face and body, leaving many scars and draining my blood to replace it with ice. This is why today sucked. I woke up to my alarm at 7:58, pressed snooze and woke up fo' real at 8:07. Then I put on my clothes and went to work, during which every part of me either died or fell into a coma. That's how cold it was.

Good news on the Philosophy front this afternoon as it it turns out my marks were high enough to earn me a solid B+. Hallebooyah. (I'm gonna ride that word-combo into the ground. Three in a row!)

Who here knows what that sentence in the parentheses means?

In the world of radiology, Sonic 102.9 modern rocks my world. Hooray for the FM radio. Hooray for Sonic. Hooray for life.

Blisters forming on top of blisters.

To be a waiter or not to be a waiter? That is the little question.

Costco's starting wage is $10 an hour. Or so I've heard.

Time for bed.

With a whole lotta love,

Robert Plant, Daytona Splendor, and John Paul Jones.

Jimmy's not here, Bonham's staying with his mom.