Well, where has the weeks gone?
So I kinda forgot to post, sorry I was busy.

So there's this guy I like, and in my quest to not screw things up, I screwed things up. I didn't want to come off as being too agressive I think I instead came off as uninterested. Yeah, whoops. There hasn't been a whole lot of communication lately between us. Kinda sucks, a lot. He's cute, not a freak, and is nice in general. Yeah, I can screw things up pretty good without trying. Or trying to not screw things up. Aw crap.

So, Thanksgiving is next week. Am I thrilled? Do I dislike turkey? (Actually yes, my dad makes a ham because I and one of my cousins don't like the bird.) My goal: Get drunk. It seems to work quite well. Three bottles of wine, between myself.

I'm reading a book called "I hope They Serve Beer in Hell" by Tucker Max. Let me get this clear immediately. That guy is a complete prick, and I don't condone anything he does. However, he is a complete riot to read, and I nearly wet myself several times and have laughed hysterically thru-out the book. His web site is www.tuckermax.com its not safe for work, hell its probably not safe for home either, infact, if you're a human, ya might want to consider not viewing it... but it is funny. (He's still a prick)

And lastly, the difference from being cold to being comfortable seems to be one degree. Last year I had the thermostat in the house set to 65, i was pretty much always cold. This year 66, and I just recently turned it to 67. And the whole "cold air" feeling at night is gone. Downside, its a little too warm, so i've been kicking my blanket off only to go searching for it at around 3 am. Yeah, its neat.

That is all,
Robbie