Its suday. and a boring day it is. Gizmo is going home at 1 something. Said he would be back for christmas. It'll be nice to see him then. Bobby's been so tired from work lately. I feel bad for him. Sam Goody isn't so bad. Then again its still just November. I want it to snow soon. I asked Gizmo if he wanted to get togeather this summer and go camping. He's all for it. Bobby asked if he had a say in it at all we both said no at the same time. Funny stuff, considering it's hard to picture Bobby camping.

Random thought.

Have you ever noticed that when you are running as fast as you possibly can, and it still feels like you aren't going fast enough still and when you keep trying with all your might to go faster that your feet start to feel like they have NO grip on the ground and that it kinda feels like you aren't trying to go fast?

It's weird. and kinda creepy.