Howdy. I figure it’s about time I write again. Joanna, this one’s for you. Wait, I’ll take that back. This blog will not be for you. You will get a blog dedicated to you when I actually have something to write about. Tonight, I’m truly going to write about nothing.
I though about writing about my blind date, which did go fairly well, but luckily for Justin, I’m not good at talking about such topics to large crowds. Hi, Justin, if your reading.
So what to write about…. Hmmm. Nothing strikes me as interesting after the killer cabbages. Part of the problem is I have a cold, which I figure I deserve. On Sunday at house church, I was all bragging about flu shots and the fact that I haven’t been sick since October, so it only serves to figure that I get sick. Monday, I had little chills and a head that I wanted to chop off my body. But, MEDCO still got 8 hours of work out of me, and then I slept 9, maybe 10 hours. I’m better today but still warding it off. Perhaps the Hilary Duff movie scared my cold away. I watched The Perfect Man this morning. Actually, it wasn’t bad, but it had high rate of embarassment for all of the characters involved. There was a cameo by the city of Wichita at the beginning. Go, Wichita! It was an example of how far some people are willing to run away from civilization. There was a close up of its water tower, but that’s about it.
Personally, I think the movie people have it backwards. It’s the people of the plains that are civilized. But in the end, that doesn’t explain why I’m not currently living in the plains. Or maybe it does…
Well, goodnight. I hope this blog entry continues to meet expectations despite the lack of focus.
OH, and I almost forgot. Elmer Fud didn’t raise cabbages. They were eggplants. At least, that is my most recent recollection of the episode.
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