Marc

Just when you think you've had a bad day. This hurts to look at.

I spent a good six hours today in the car, rocking out, yelling at the top of my lungs on the way to/back from St. Louis, Missouri. I had to work. School ended yesterday, I work today. It's a living, really. Good times, I clocked in at an alarming fifteen hours, but I decided that I like to sing on my free time in the car, and I'm getting paid for it. Yowzas!

I just figured I'd write and tell Scooter how much I'd appreciate him if he was my teacher. In fact, we met some girl that he taught last year. That's right, she was out partying with what's left of the ISU Panaphobe Crew, which will be much reduced in size come Sunday after Matt graduates. That's right, just your one OG left, holding down the fort in Normal, but don't fret, loyal readers, I'll be here for quite a while with plenty to say, I'd imagine. Unless, of course, I begin working on my life in solitude, which is seeming like a good idea the more and more I think about it.

So, for now at least, you've got me. I am all yours.