So, you want to hear somethin'?

      06/10/01 - Well, I'm about beat for the day. Slept for something like nine hours last night, but that doesn't amount to a hill of beans when you're sick. I'm not like all-out ebola sick or anything, but that tired, run-down, can't function properly sick. Personally, I think that's the worst kind, when you can still do things, and you want to, but you know that you're going to feel like utter poo later. Maybe the Vick's I took will help, but who knows. Stuff was old, been in my medicine cabinet for a while. It was thick, like syrup. I dunno if that's normal, it's been so long since I took it. I almost never take anything, I hate putting stuff in my body if I don't have to. This time it felt like necessity, though, because I was going to cough myself dry. Throat was killing me.

      Didn't stop me from washing my truck, though. Geez, I spent a good three hours on that thing. Wash, wax, interior, windows, tires and rims. The works. Looks really nice, though. I should go take a picture, but I'm too damn lazy. That means walking all the way downstairs, and I'm sure that my throat would have something to say about that. The thought of it just now made me hack. Yecch. I need a nurse. Preferrably cute. Yes, after all I write, I'm still a guy. I know I suck due to this fact, but I don't let it bother me.

      Some of my buddies just got back from Cold Lake, too. That's in Canada, I doubt you know about that place. Up by Edmenton, which is north of me. Yeah, South Dakota. I know, you people don't ever read this or pay attention, let alone retain anything. Anyways, guess they all drank away the money they would have made if they had been sober for more than a minute. Jay, the kid I beat on, was trashed the entire time there. That's about all he remembers, too. Hard to get stories out of people who have big black spots on their memories. Oh well.

      That and I'm burnt. It's a good thing, though, so don't feel bad for me. Like you would anyways. mary's working at a tanning salon here in town, and she's nice enough to hook me up with some free time in the beds. As for why it's a good thing I'm burnt: I have to. I burn once a summer, and then get about two shades darker, and usually don't burn again. Usually. I have a couple of times, don't get me wrong. There was one time that the president was coming to visit, and we were part of the rent-a-crowd. In case you don't know what that means, it's a crowd that's forced to attend something. Happens all the time in the military. Anyways, we were told to be in place half an hour early. Turns out he was forty-five minutes late. Then he talked for far too long. Of course, not a single word mattered to me, not one single thing. I hate that crap. Again, happens all the time in the military. Geez, I'm starting to bitch, someone smack me. Anyways, I was red as a crab at the end of that. Mostly it was my neck, ears and arms, though. Had to be in uniform, so it made it that much more fun. Anyways, today I am quite red. It's all for a good cause, though, have to look good for the beach. That's what I keep telling myself, anyways.

      So by now you've guessed how much I have to talk about that means anything. Lemme try and come up with something really quick, I think I can. I'll even try and make it deep and meaningful, if I can. Hold on, lemme think....Ok, it's just a quote, but it's a good one. I thought of this one like a week ago, I just keep forgetting to work it in somewhere. Ready? Here: love, in it's purest form, is lust. I suppose I could write some more, but it's so beautiful outside today. I think I might go and burn my burn. Later, peoples.

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