Mungo's 4th E-Mail Bloggy... "The Metal Clinic"

Everytime I wake up and walk to my car I see metal.  Is it one-two-one?  How is that possible?  Is it something I can control?  "No!  La la la, you didn't spell it right!" said the little man from Pangia.  I won't stress it, then.   The jet skiing went wonderful.  I hit 60 mph.  Timo hit 73 mph.  Swiadek hit 67 mph.  It was my first time ever experience on a jet ski.  And it was good, but I doubt I'll ever ride one again.  Kevin Swiadek and Shawndra Wilson want me to go to Fort Walton Beach over this 4-day weekend to visit Tommy and Elaine Haycraft (and their two daughters:  Jordan and Jordana).  I don't think I'm going to go.  I don't want to travel over this weekend, I kind of want to spend some time alone.  Take care of my metal, reset the progs, and center the rivets.  I have a LOT of work to do on my book, Highway 9.  I think I'm going to find the blind spots...and I'll do it.  My boss just quit his job, he said he's going out to find some blinds to rob, and he'll do it.

"Your heart felt good,
  It was drippin' pitch and made of wood.
 And your hands and knees,
  felt cold and wet on the grass to me."

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day:  Modest Mouse - "How the World Began"