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peak:

Gone in 60 Seconds was a pretty good movie... good enough to pay a rental fee and watch, at least.


valley:

Apparent trouble in Best Friend Land.


noise:

Goo Goo Dolls:
Acoustic #10


sustenance:

Hamburger pizza.


thoughts:

The Best Friend....
all about her.


sorta 365:

August 10: Teaching lessons and speaking big words.


saturday, august 11th

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Quote Du Jour:
"A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless to resist." - (Steward Alsop)


For a week there, I was sort of missing in action. I want to apologize for that. I don't know how many times I sat down at the computer with the intention of writing an entry... but just couldn't do it. I'd write a sentence or two -- maybe even a full paragraph -- but the words never seemed to flow right. My frame of mind always seemed to be out of whack. Things popped up out of the blue to distract me.

Of course, just as I have no excuse for not writing... you don't have much of an excuse for not keeping tabs on me. Just because there is no entry here at John Doe doesn't mean there isn't new Fletch news out there. I have a LiveJournal, you know and I'm doing my best to post there frequently. Have you been reading those entries? I know of lot of you haven't... and I'm not sure why. Perhaps my meager LJ links haven't stood out enough. Hmm. I'm getting an idea.

Read My LiveJournal!

Well, enough of that foolishness. On to the highlights of what I've been doing the past week (the highlights of Friday, August 3rd can be found in August 9th's entry)


Saturday, August 4th: After checking out of my motel at noon, I called Alex to ask her if she'd be interested in lunch. She supported the idea and we decided to eat at 2 p.m. I'm not sure if you call that lunch or not... but enough people were hungry in mid-afternoon that Chili's was full.

It was nice to see her. We hadn't seen each other since early early to mid May. It was the longest we'd ever gone without seeing each other in our nearly three-year friendship. I joked with her that all good things must come to an end... but I was glad to be there. It was odd in a way, though. She seemed more sedate than usual and I didn't change into "Alex mode" for her. We were just two people eating lunch together. Perhaps this is a sign that... eh, I don't know what that is a sign of. I think I try to make everything into some type of sign sometimes.

Anyway, I gave her the ring I had originally bought her for Christmas and the letter I wrote her on Valentine's Day. She said "you know I love you" as she always does... but she seemed to appreciate both gifts. We parted ways with nothing freaky happening. Whew.

Tuesday, August 7th: Finals went well. Over the course of the summer term, I had discovered that my professor liked to blow smoke up the asses of his students. While many in my Criminal Law class seemed concerned about his threats of the final being challenging, I didn't see it that way. The prof. has a reputation for giving comprehensive reviews... and I didn't expect that to change for this summer class. I guess you can say I called his bluff, so to speak and this time, I won the hand. My raw score on the Criminal Law final was an 88. I needed an 80 to maintain my B.

My Industrial Security final, on the other hand, was supposed to be a breeze. The professor told us that none of us would have any problem with it and lead us over all but three test questions during our review. He admitted that if the university would allow it... he wouldn't even give a final in that particular class. I finished the term with an A.

Wednesday, August 8th: I crashed at Jessie's place Tuesday night as we were to get up at the butt crack of dawn to help her sister Amanda move from Smallville to a new apartment in Oakdale. Although we didn't get to sleep until 12:30 or 1, we were awake shortly after 5 a.m. and on the road by 5:30 so that we could beat the heat of mid-day. Although our schedule forced me to take four naps that day... it worked quite well as all of the heavy furniture was moved before McDonald's could stop serving breakfast.

Wednesday night, a couple of firefighter buddies and I went to a track at the local university. We walked a mile and ran a mile as well as doing a couple of 120 yard sprints. This event is probably notable for several reasons... but the primary reason being that I was running and no one was chasing me. Seriously, my buddies are exercising because they want to compete in the Firefighter Combat Challenge this fall in Memphis. I just don't want to be dead by the time I'm 30.

Thursday, August 9th: First weekday in a month with no real responsibilities. It would have felt good had I not been stiff from running. Heh, heh.

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