Monday, February 20, 2006


Gritty French Press

I'm at the bottom of my cup and it's sludge, bad bad sludge. I like French Press in principle, but I prefer my coffee drip-style. It's how momma drank it.

Speaking of momma, she just keeps getting sicker and sicker. It seems like every six months or so she gets diagnosed with a new thing. Most recently, diabetes. Which is why I'm going to the gym!

I played the drums last night. It was super fun. I'm going to try to get Will to give me some lessons.

The wedding invitations should be done before too long, and then it'll be time to address them. There's a lot of rules about addressing invitations. Stupid stupid rules.

Alright. That's all for now. If you want to help address some invitations, I'll buy you some beer.

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