1918, Pounds, and Pancakes

I would really not like to discuss anything more controversial than not feeling good after eating pancakes, so here we go..

Today I woke up around 4: 30 in the morning. I have no idea why, and I was not able to get to sleep.. However, I overcame this obstacle and snored ten minutes into my class. Upon waking up, I grabbed the ukulele and in my hurry made us both smell nice. I then drove as fast as the little red copter would take me, and ended up being only 15 minutes late for the practice with my group. It turned out that this did not matter too much, and all I had missed were a few that's what she said jokes.. Which was confusing coming from shes. We soon got down to the awesome business of creating music, with awkward facial expressions and chocolate thrown in for good measure.

When I arrived home, I found that in addition to fences, decks and front lawns, I would be moving a piano as well. We have had this old piano for a very long time, and it no longer plays in tune. I do not know if you have ever moved a solid old fashioned piano, but let me assure you that they are not light. I firmly believe that pianos are not in sync with evolution and should have died out during the early 20th century. Well, in the end the piano got where it was supposed to go, and I felt strange pains in my stomach.

I did some other important stuff, such as grilling steaks and other such activities. I never made it over to Serena's house to meet her new room mates, but that is not something I would with all honesty enjoy doing . Well, I am now looking at what it takes to be an electrician... Maybe I would be good at that. Well, I may end up taking the job at Hinsdale greyhound track this summer.. There is something that I do not really understand in the job description though, and that is " some running required".. I can only imagine the implications of that phrase...

Well, that is all we have time for this evening...