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Ah, Life...

Ah, life... So I cancelled five flights to and from Nashville for the weekend and I cancelled two car reservations and I shall be driving my car up there Friday and driving my car back here Sunday night. The only drawback is the possibility of no sleep after a two day tournament Sunday night, then ball on Monday night (with maybe a couple of hours sleep. I am really getting too old for this sort of life lol..

It's complicated :)

I love driving, more fun with a passenger, but I'll enjoy the ride. I'll miss sleep though lol :)

Gearing myself up for another phone challenge tonight if I decide to drive down to Millenium Mall. I'm ready to put $1000 on my credit card if I have to. Maybe I'll move next year lol.

At least I am laughing about it all. I hate it when I forget that I don't care about money. It's good to remember.

I'll just do my best to not let the daily filth stress me out and ignore the physical ailments the filth is aggravating ((or causing)and be my happy go lucky self for a while. I will also be under 200 pounds before the end of the month. Challenge me? :)

Maybe I'll buy a tent in Cassadaga... :P ;)

So how are you?

Love you make it a super happy (and productive) day.

your big baby brother from another mother

hl,
me

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