Smallhouse Log

Sunday

Oh, man, I'm so out of quotes. It's not even funny.

How can it be funny without the quotes?

Man, my tongue is kinda sore. I mostly blame that jawbreaker I was working on all of yesterday afternoon. I successfully broke through two whole bands of colour, but now I pay the price.

I had forgotten what an awesome and beautiful song "Hard to Believe" by The Way is. "Sunshine" by Witness, too. And let's not forget "For the Longest Time" by that great man, Billy Joel.

So, a weekend of partying. Not much to really say other than that I had a great time, and celebrated May Day in grand style. I also met Dewey's future RA, I think.

It was really nice to have a weekend off and just hang out. I did learn a few things, though. I now know just how useful arms can be, and I believe I may have discovered their ultimate purpose (and no, it's not carrying large amounts of lumber from Cobb to Shoreland at seven, ante meridian, on a Sunday in a pink coat and purple hat, though I did that, too). Also, beautiful women speaking French: I have a newfound appreciation for all of France. I think I'm cured of my anti-Frankism.

Gauls were still way cooler, however.

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