Body Hair, Flint and Punch

Hey there. What lovely weather we are experiencing.

This morning after taking Ian to school, I drove to my meeting at the KSC writing center. It was not that productive, and by the end I was so desperate to leave that I faked a sudden enlightenment as to what I should be doing with my paper, before driving to and applying at Walmart.

After this, I went home and tried to organize my ideas, which did not go so well. It is much harder than I thought it would be to write about something that your professor has already drank the life out of. Anyway, I did not actually have a bad day at all. It was one of those days where it is nice outside, and when you get into the car it feels like you just opened an oven door, or put your face too close to the BBQ in order to smell cooking food. I played a lot of music today, which I do enjoy, and I also began reading the essential writings of G. K. Chesterton which was kindly lent to me. Speaking of books, do any of you, and you know who you are, know what happened to certain books I took out last year and never returned? If I am ever tracked down by the KSC Library version of Joe Bookman, It will be awesome.. I will keep some instant coffee ready, and I think you should too because I am bringing you down with me.

After all of that, I drove to KIA of Keene to pick up my mom. After returning her to the Casey Compound, I drove to have my hair cut. I ended up getting a very short buzz, and I talked about body hair with the nice lady who was cutting the percentage that resides on my head....ewww.. Anyway, It turns out that I must be a Turk.

Wow, Stale and poorly constructed Seinfeld references, as well as the creepy body hair talk aside, I seem to be running out of things to tell you about, but that doesn't stop me. Just like when yesterday in my history class, I expressed strong opinions on a document I had never seen or read, only to be called a sexist by my class mates. The point I am making here is that you should always know what you are saying when you are saying it... Either that, or you should have no idea.. It is sort of what I do when I write to you. Have a wonderful American day.