Rise and Shine...

I woke up to the wonderful surprise of my window still being open. My father nearly always closes it, which I hate, so it was rather pleasant to feel the cold autumn breeze brushing against my face. I had one of the most interesting dreams yesterday.

I talked to a horse. Not just any horse, a horse who talked back. Yeah, somethin' tells me my mother put something in the barbecue chicken last night. When we were walking to the stable, presumably this horse's stable, I, for some odd reason, was counting the steps. The horse started counting too, but said all of the numbers wrong. This horse wanted to know everything about everything. It was weird. Especially machines. It didn't get the concept of cars and the like. And it was eating these big ass acorns. There was this tree that had really big acorns on it and it would pick one up with its teeth, put it down and step on it and then eat it. And Taylor and Zack Bare and Carl and Fruits were in it. Fruits was trying to shove all of these little tiny VW Bugs into one garage along with this model of a P-38 Lightening, my dad's favorite WW2 fighter plane, which he promptly dropped and tried to carry the rather large thing all by himself, refusing to let anyone take the burden.

Yeah. I'm pretty much a psycho. Just thought I'd share that little tidbit with you all. Not like you didn't know anyway.

Well, no day but today, eh? Promise me something. Yeah, all of you. If you read this before you go to school, which I expect only Kel-c will get around to that, promise me that you will try and make today one of the most wonderful days to date. I can promise you that I'm going to. Just, live a little. Take chances. Laugh a little harder and love a little longer. And jump. Take that leap of faith. See what happens.

But don't go without a bunji cord, eh?

;)

With the shape of an L on his forehead,



Nick