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Thursday, February 17, 2005

Man, it seems like forever since I've actually posted (minus that last quick one). Sorry, I've been a little withdrawn since my dad's birthday.

So, what's been going on? I'll give you the abridged version. Well, the third week in January I fasted for a week (Monday to Monday) just to clear my head. It never fails, except that I get real serious and who wants someone around who's too serious. Around that same time I decided that I was going to start going to the YMCA at 6:00 every morning and start my days right. That's not exactly going as smoothly as I'd hoped, but it'll get there.

One downfall to my progressive plan was the fact that I bought Resident Evil 4 for the Gamecube. I don't play a lot of video games, but when Resident Evil (or Zelda) comes out I just have to get it. The problem with those type of games is that they're a progressive storyline, so can't just shut it off without making it to a certain part of the game (and then when you get there you're always curious about what's next, so you decide to venture a little bit further and then shut it off, but that's when something cool happens and you forget that you were wrapping things up). Luckily, though, Mike and I were tag-teaming the game and we were able to finish rather quickly (yeah, quickly as in over 30 hours of game play-not in a row), but when you get to the end of the game...they offer you more! As far as games go it was awesome, but as far as wasting time...well, it was actually pretty good at that, too.

For the Super Bowl, I attended a party at my friend Jed's place. I had to work that day, but I was able to make it there by half-time, but I'll be honest, the party was so much fun that I think I watched about 12 minutes of the game (at least that I remember). He had a television and a sofa outside and in the house showing the game. There were wings and bratwurst and BBQ...and a keg. I think I only sampled that last thing, though. It was a really great time.

Ray finally came out on DVD. I couldn't wait to get to the store and buy that. I was there first thing in the morning. For some reason I also picked up the BeeGees #1's CD. I don't know, I saw it and then I just had to have it. I could go BeeGee-less no longer.

I do have one work-related story to tell. In late January this couple came into the store with some items that they wanted to return. As they emptied their bag a pair of white fuzzy handcuffs came out inside a large bowl and they quickly snatched them away and shoved them in the lady's back pocket. I quipped, "So, I take it you've decided not to return those today?". I snickered a little and then went back to what I was doing. The gentleman looked at me and said to his wife, "Look he's turning red. I think we've embarrassed him." I told him, "I wasn't embarrassed. I was just trying not to laugh. I was just wondering exactly which department I would returns those to." Without missing a beat he said with a smile, "Home Improvement!" And then we all had a good laugh. The end...

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