Cold breeze. Trees chatter. No socks. Benoir chasing rats. Sun still not up.

St. THomas feels like any other time at 4 in the morning. Wondering what I'm doing on campus so early on a Sunday? Believe me, I'm asking myself that question. Circumstances beyond my control have me attending to some unorthodox actions on my part. Simply meaning, I'm freaking out of my mind.

So, today's Super Bowl Sunday. I actually feel bad that I don't care more than I do now. Chalk it up to the cold weather. Anyway, the whole drive here I was thinking about what I was going to write in this thing. Now that I'm here, I have nothing worth saying. I think it was more for the drive than anything else. I think the security guard is weary of my presence. I would be too. Actually, I needed gas and cigarettes, so I used those as my excuses.

Mary's birthday bash was fun. I think I got a thrill out of killing immaterial beings. There's something about chasing people with guns and running them over with 4x4's that gets the blood flowing. I'm refering to Halo 2. Anyway, cake, margarita's, chips and pizza are great.

I wish I knew what I was thinking at this point in time. I think there's some enlightened thought circling the toilet bowl that is my brain just waiting for the right moment for it to get flushed out or flushed down. Either way, I'll never know.

Children in the middle ages had it freaking rough. Too many dumb asses thinking they knew better. Just like the song says, "We don't need no education!"