Ice, Sponge and Margarette

So today I totally slept until noon. It was a good day for it, as Saturdays often are. The only thing I do not like about sleeping in is getting up. It somehow feels worse to me than waking up after a near sleepless night. I don't know why this is, but it is probably because of the feeling of having wasted half of a perfectly good day in a half asleep half awake stupor drooling on your chin. When I finally woke up enough, I read, until the inevitable hunger that usually follows a day in bed overtook me. After making myself smell absolutely wonderful, I went down stairs and nuked some leftover calzone.

After that, I wrote a song. Playing guitar at 2 in the morning is not something I usually do these days, so when I called Doktor Vickery very very early this morning to tell him I had the best chord progression ever, he was not best pleased. It is an awesome song, that is essentially the chords from 3 different catholic songs smushed together, with non sensical lyrics about my day over the top.

Today was my parents "Versery" so we went out to eat. While we were there, we talked about the Germans, and how a certain family at my sister's school probably has a bunker somewhere in their house. After dinner, I discovered that I was a designated driver, and so after leaving my parents at a watering hole, I drove my siblings home. I am now awaiting the call to pick up the parents, so what better to do in the mean time than share my day with you?

Also, If you have no plans for Sunday the 18th, you should come and support my Catholic group's resident Kenyan. There will be semi legal gambling, Bluegrass, and Tony playing mandolin with his group... Oh there is the call, see you soon.