Like a Bird Without a Feather

Thursday:  Stuck car, tow truck, lunch with Molly, traffic, construction, traffic, Int. 88 traffic/construction.  Miss train by 5 minutes.  Int. 290 traffic.  Spaz out and get off the interstate.  Motorcycle accident.  Hour late for class at this point, so fuck it and go home.

This was a pretty good weekend.  Not as productive as I would have hope, but still good all in all.  Friday night, my Legal Writing assignment was bounced.  This means there was an error in formatting and I would lose 20% of my grade and had to return it the next day (Saturday).  This was over the fact that when I wrote my ID# on the back I wrote "ID# XXXXXXX" rather than "XXXXXXX."  Anal, yes.  Necessary, I've read about judges that dismiss cases because of the wrong margins on briefs, so I guess it will teach me a lesson.  This assignment wasn't graded anyway, so it doesn't really matter.

Saturday, what did I do?  I woke up late.  I had lunch with my friend Sean T. Madden.  Bike ride, FIFA 07, the typcial.

Sunday.  Went to mass.  I went kayaking with Scott and Colleen.  Out to eat and rented The Fracture (grade: B).   It is a pretty good movie.

Scott is thinking about buying two kayaks, I hope he does.  That stuff is a helluva upper body work out and fun.

Fall Out Boy is ruining my life.  They are too fucking catchy.

The current lifestyle modifications are:
Spend Less
Humble thyself