running out of blog

Blog was fun, but it's drying up. I get home too late and I would rather sit back and watch some Battlestar with the meager hours that remain when I get home. Maybe I will have some more time to jump on the puter when soccer winds down, which will be sooner than later it appears. A cool breeze is blowing in hell over a retarded pig beating its hooves together trying to take off. That sums up our chances of making finals!

There is so much I want to do, and so much I know I can do. But I don't know where to find the hours in the day, weeks in the year, years before I'm too old.

Maybe I just need a coke ;)