Tales from the road ...

Last night the power went out from 7:45 to 3 in the morning or so. That means that I did nothing. I went to bed at 9 because there was nothing to do once everyone else went to bed. Geez, my family is so fun and exciting.

However, today I watched an episode of The X-Files, the end of The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy (which wasn't as bad as I was afraid it would be. I think it has to do with the state of mind one is in.) and went to a birthday party with Cole. For some reason I'm really tired right now. No, wait. I'm not really tired. I'm just kinda tired. Which doesn't make sense to me because I slept longer than I normally do and I didn't really do anything today. Did I say that earlier? Or was I just thinking it. Oh, I also started An American Werewolf in London but only got about 15 minutes into it before I got distracted. I think I'm going to finish that one tonight.

I think I had more to say but I've forgotten it all.
Too bad.