Thoughts in a Pensieve

So I was in a dinner theater at my church recently. here I am throwing a punch line to a joke in a Dick Van Dyke skit. I was too tall to play buddy, but whatever.

My coworker was out sick getting his tonsils removed and had two weeks of recover time. He sounds different. When I am not looking right at him, he sounds like Katohater. Freaks me out sometimes. Dude, you got here fast from Arizo... oh it's Mike... okay.

Got this new(used) sectional couch from my mother in laws best friend. It's darn comfy. So darn comfy, that I decided I didn't want to get up. Not much to do sitting here, since nothing really is on Aerial antenna TV. So Look at me... bloggin again.

Okay, so I really like the ecto software for editing my blog, especially since I can continue using it by clicking "Renew" when the trial runs out. Now I just need it to be able to read my thoughts and automatically update the blog.

So I cleaned out the garage on Saturday so I can park my car in it. If you didn't know us and tried to guess what our interests were based on the contents of our garage, you would never never never know me...ooo ooh sorry.. my point was that somebody would look at the roller blades, mountain bikes, sleeping bags, tent, three coolers, 6 kites (1 is a trilby, so does that actually make it 8 kites?... but then 5 of them are cheap kiddie kites), fishing poles, basketball... and think that we were outdoorsy kind of people. I think I even have a camoflaged coat out there. I don't hunt. We camped a B93 Birthday bash, but is that really camping?

Anyway, good luck reading that previous paragraph.

I think I want to write a book. Not anything nonfiction. puh. that'd be boring or something. And of course it would need more organization than this post, but I really like some of the fantasy storylines. I am halfway through reading The Two Towers , and I like the story of Final fantasy X. Of course I don't aspire to be as great as J.R.R. Tolkien, because, well, he was a little too into it all. I choose to not believe my story that much.

Well, my wife is home and she brought me a fix and mix frosty, or something like that.