Fat Sack of Snacks

I just finished a run. I was feeling fat and lazy. "Stop dancing on those chairs, Phil." It is 10:04 p.m. and I have only been awake for about six hours.

Well, Double O has his ticket to Denver squared away. Good. I'm going up to my grandmother's house to be with her during her cadarac surgery. Then I'll be back in Osage. I live a high-speed mid-west life, don't I? Just don't feel like there's much to talk about right now.

My brother...
today he has eaten an entire jar of Taco Bell nacho cheese. Yesterday he ate 5-day old dougnuts and 3 cans of Dr.Pepper for lunch. I tried to get him out running with me. To my surprise, he said yes... this was the 4th time I had asked him. He ran two blocks and quit. When I got home he was mad at me. The little fucker is the only member of my family whose teeth I'd like to smash into the propeller of a speed boat.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: Beck - "Steve threw up"