my life as a nomad

charlton heston is my president

i'm sort of half-watching the ten commmandments on tv right now. i almost expect moses to break out a rifle and start wearing an "NRA" belt buckle at any moment, but he hasn't yet. there's still time though

i'm pretty psyched about tomorrow being easter. i may even get up to go to the sunrise service... but we'll see about that. eager ambition may bow before sleep deprivation. i actually got up early this morning to go visit someone, but then got a call just as i was heading out the door that something else had come up for them. d'oh. such is life


dad had a couple of kids from his sunday school class over for supper tonight. i, of course, took the opportunity to introduce them to epic duels. they, of course, loved it. they seriously need to put that game back into production, because i know of several people who would love to buy it, if only it was still available. but no... it's not. except on ebay, where it fetches a rediculous price. ugh


i hit my funny bone pretty good at work last night. my arm tingled for about half an hour... and it still feels a little fuzzy from time to time. why do they call it the 'funny bone' when there's nothing amusing about when you hit it? this puzzles me



i got out of work early last night, so i figured i'd swing by the mall and hit up the taco bell in the food court. bad idea. not because the two chalupas and steak quesadilla weren't good - they were - but because i forgot how much i hate going to the mall. especially on a friday night, when it's filled with high school kids showcasing the latest in preppy fashion. it almost made me puke. but i was proud to be the anti-fashion statement, covered in sweat and dirt. i was so out of place it was funny


bedtime.


-noonan-

posted by Patrick @ 6:48 PM