Everyone always told me that Christmas was about giving and not receiving. "Bullshit," I used to think. I realized as I was lying sick on the couch next to the Christmas tree, waiting for my family to open their presents, that I really didn’t care what I got this year. While I’m quite thankful for what I did get, I was far happier to see my parents and sisters get some of the things they wanted. I guess they were right, whoever they were. I think it was the media. Perhaps Hollywood. I’m sure I read it somewhere.

I don’t know what it was
Sicker than a dog today
All…night….long…..
Wayne’s sick, too…
Must have been food poisoning from somewhere

Finally got up off the couch
About 7:00pm for about 15 minutes
Back then to bed was I
To watch more poker on ESPN
Did I ever tell you how much I love sports?

Wayne and I drove to Sharon from Manhattan
Missed about five turns in Wichita and Derby
I need glasses

Made it home in time to play poker
Nothing like losing money to the old man

We had a party at the Wave tonight
Rambler’s scramblers
I’ll be home tomorrow

I just got back from Walk the Line
I want to take some pills
I guess they make you better

That Elvis sure talks a lot of poon

I just got back from Lawrence and Topeka. Too much driving of late. I’m looking forward to this week of rest. Give a dog a bone.

First, I’m sorry for missing a day or two. I honestly don’t know if I missed one or if it was two. It’s been that bad. We left Friday for Andover, left Saturday for Hutchinson, and left today for Manhattan. I just got home and it’s somehow Monday. We sold a bunch of powersports. I ate three, perhaps four times. Stayed in two different hotels. I didn’t drink nearly enough beer because I was too tired.

Tonight…technically last night…I, for some reason God himself couldn’t explain, talked Aaron into letting me go to Hays with him tomorrow…today?…I guess it will be tomorrow night before I can rest. Up early to go meet with someone in western Kansas. I’m sorry for the blathering blather. But not really, though.

Blather

Angry…hungry…and the other one that ends in "gry"…

Go get it.

The Mamas and the Papas
There’s a group about which I haven’t thought in a while
Heaven forbid I dangle a prepisition

78.25 hours last week
It will all be over on Monday
I can’t wait to work 9-5 again
Perhaps I’ll have time to work on websites

All the leaves are brown