Everyday is the first day of something...

Hello Gang...

Hmm....no one's commented on my posts. Could that mean I'm talking to myself? :) Oh Well...

I went to Bruegger's Bagels with Erik last night. We were both hungry, and were kind of sick of sitting in front of our somputers for the last week, so we decided to grab a bite to eat and some coffee. :) "The Bagel Butt" as we call it, is just down the street from our building, so we decided to walk, despite the cold air. Stupid Minnesota! There was some guy playing guitar. He was pretty giood. He played some Dylan Songs, and some other stuff I assume were his own songs. He wasn't terrible, but I felt bad for him, since there wer eonly like six people in the whole place, and no one was really paying attention to him. I guess you have to start somewhere.

On the way back home I found a book. I don;'t really know why I picked it up. I guess because I always hate seeing perfectly good books get thrown away. It was on the sidewalk, and the cover and first couple of pages had been ripped off. It looked pretty beaten up, but I figured, what the heck, right? Could be good. I haven't read it yet. I'm still in the middle of the Jenna Jameson autobiography, "How to Make Love Like a Porn Star". I know what your thinking, but it's actually very well written, and pretty funny at parts. I don't know if she wrote the whole thing, or had a ghost writer, but it's definitely a good read. I'd reccomend it to anyone. Plus, the color photo's of Mrs. Jameson inside don't hurt either. :)

I didn't sleep well last night, so I'm tired at work (again!) I had another nightmare. I get them from time to time. I guess I never really talked about it before, but my Dad killed himself a couple of years ago, while I was in college. I guess he had been stealing money from the bank where he'd been working, and they were finally catching up to him, so he drove out to a lake, sat on the hood of his car for awhile, and then shot himself. It sucked, but he had left my Mom when I was about six, and I never really talked to him much after that. So I guess it didn't really make that much of a difference. But I have these weird nightmares where my Dad is getting on a plane, or a train, or whatever, and I know that it's going to crash. I have to get to his apartment to tell him, so that he doesn't go and die, but these evil looking dark figues with white eyes always try and stop me. I usually end up waking up in a sweat, which can be pretty gross, and it's always hard to get back to sleep. Oh well...

I'm looking forward to tonight though. We're going to raid a village of Orcs, and hopefully kill a bunch of the enemy. It's going to be sweet! See ya later!