So here we are again. It is saturday afternoon, partly cloudy sky. The terrible storm from last night is long gone, and it looks like the drunks in the living room did more damage then the tornado flying around outside somewhere. But I always like hearing the klaxon, and the fact that there was a bunch of thunder and lightning at the same time just added to the effect. An excellent time for a trenchcoated cigarette. The calm after the storm is always nice, but if you go outside right before things get really serious you have it all to yourself, because no one else is stupid enough to come outside. So if Thomas can shake off his hangover and find his pants, maybe I can borrow his oil pan and change the oil on the Jeep. And so ends another Saturday. Gotta love the perpetual twilight of the new curtain.

Oh, also, the domain name www.timsmomnaked.com will soon expire, and I don't really see too much of a reason to renew it, unless they offer me some super awesome deal. So anyway, if you are using that and it stops working, try http://echris1.blogspot.com. Of course, if you can't get to this page you can't see that, so think ahead.

You know, its kind of sad when the only reason I can think of to come here and write something is because I want to test out how I am adjusting to my new keyboard. It is of course, going rather well, but still, seems like there should be more to say. Oh yeah, today we are going ice skating. Woot. And school is almost over, so that should be fun, summer time, hang out for a bit, get some work. I have been looking actually, applied at the bookstore and picked up some other paperwork and such. I should probably start looking for a new apartment pretty soon too, since we aren't going to be able to live here next year because we waited too long. Which sucks, because I can pretty much do whatever I want here, be loud, stay awake, smoke inside, it's great. Alright, so a glaring problem has already come up with this keyboard actually, the backspace button is real small, which means I ussually hit \ instead. Also, there is a third row of buttons below the delete cluster, and it's a good thing they don't work because I hit them all the time, and if they worked they would turn the computer off when all I want to do is delete a file. Ah, such is life.

So here I am testing out my new keyboard. The buttons are a bit light to push down, and the backspace key is really small, but there are all adjustments that really only take a few days to get used to. In fact, even as I'm writing with it now, I am really starting to like this, I just sort of lightly press the keys down, and just kind of hope it was hard enough to make it register, and so far, it's working just fine. Now I'm off to drink.

Uh. *clears his throat* 4-20. That's the date. Yar.

Ugh. And the day drags on.

So here we are. It is four in the morning again, some crappy music is droning on in the background, and a sliver of cigarette smoke drifts past my eye. What am I doing? Who knows. I mean, seriously. No idea. Tried to sleep, doesn't seem to work out most of the time. Although, being awakened last night was nice, because I got to talk to my relatives in Germany, which I haven't had a chance to in a long time, and they mentioned how I hadn't been over there in forever, and I agreed. So there is the possibility of me going to Germany this summer, but who knows, I gotta earn some paper first. That is my task for tomorrow, find gainful employment. Spent the last bit of my cash today. So it's either off to the plasma bank, or off to cooking up country style chicken. Neither comes across as very appealing I know, but options are limited. Or at least that is how it looks. Summer could bring new prospects. Onward and upwards. Improvement is the goal. Change, evolve, all that good jazz. The day begins now and continues onward until something is done, or (and this is much more likely mind you) I'm just gonna pass out sometime around noon tomorrow. Of course, I can't do that because I'll be sitting around in classes all day, since wednesday is the long day. Ah well. Oh, also, anyone who talked to me on AIM in the last few years can rest easy, I have lost the logs of those conversations. History thrown away, with one keystroke. Enjoy anonymity.