April 2009

Friday Afternoon Penmanship

As I sit here at work — hopelessly distracted — I ponder the origin of the massive kink in my neck and debate which flavor of soda I should retrieve from the refrigerator.

I heave a heavy sigh as I type this, for the batteries in my CD player have just died. After fumbling awkwardly almost upside-down, I have successfully transposed the fresh, warm, full batteries in the charger under my desk with the recently depleted ones in the CD player.

Better Wash Those Dirty Boys

So this past weekend, I threw a bunch of crap in my car and rocketed down to Big Meadows campground in Shenandoah. Joining me: my pals Bowie and Adam from high school.