I think I'm going to buy some pepper spray. Loring Park just creeps me out after dark.

Also: Today I saw a drunk fall down a staircase and smash the sixpack he was trying to conceal under his shirt at the cafe. I thought it was funny until he started swinging at people.

This weekend has shown that when I seem to be most unreliable is actually when I'm helping other people out. Also, I have the worst luck when it comes to batteries. Cell batteries, car batteries, radio batteries, they all died on me. DON'T YOU DIE ON ME, cell phone! We'll get you home to your wife and kids.

Eisley is now a real person. I'm a triple uncle, and it's good.

Also, I'm pretty sure I have a million dollar idea under my cap. I can't tell anyone, because they might try to steal it (really). I think I need to spend some time looking at small business development programs.

You are Minnesota if: The phrase "warm enough to snow" applies to you.

New semester, new classes. I've only been in it one day, but it's shaping up to be fine. Although, I'm sure a two and a half hour math class will start to grind me up after a while. Grind me up into bonedust, and then it'll snort said dust. Fucking math junkie.

I can't wait until May. M e a n i n g: I can't wait until this summer when Riley and I run away from all of our problems in the hopes of finding ourselves through an adventure/struggle-to-survive. We've abandonned donkeys in exchange for trains. It's easier and quicker, so we'll be spending more time being pissed off at cities instead of being pissed off at open fields. Everytime we hang out now (which is a lot) we spend a lot of time just daydreaming about it.

Oh, I also can't wait for May because it means I can play baseball again. I guess I could play now, but my jacket and shivers might fuck up my fastball.

I'm sick. I can't believe I made it this far into winter before it hit me, though.

If there's one thing I've grown too accustomed to it's staying home and being alone on New Years.