Man it's nice outside. I know it's lame to blog about the weather (that's what twitter is for)but I just had to say something. I don't want to bore with life talk, but things are floating right now. I see the corner. I want to be around it. Pretty soon I hope to be around it.

As Brent's famous (horribly) misspelled doodle says:

Be The Conge You Want To Be

I actually played basketball for 3 hours yesterday and felt like I wasn't going to die for once. I just need to keep playing every week. I used to play after not playing for a while and still be able to do a little. What ever tiny bit of skill I did have is going away. I need to work on it again. 100 shots a day like I used to do during the summers of high school. I hope to kick the smoking bug soon and be able to wake up in the morning with out any fluid coming out of my lungs. Gross but true.

K, sorry for the life talk shit. What a buzz kill.