Yesterday was a good day , at the start, then it went to crud. I started the day off with a cafeen adict's headache, and fixed it. Next I went to class and had a good debate aobut Sigmund Freud. However, once I got out of class, Tropical storm ernesto decided he wanted to grase Richmond with his presence, and I got drenched. I tried to make it tothe african studies department, but the storm got worse, so I gave up and went home. I had a decent lunch, and sat around talkign to my roommate and his Dad. Just after his dad left, the power went out. That's when I learned the wonderful game of poker, and man is it adictive. I seem to have a nack for it, and do real well. I also taught my roomate blackjack, ghetto style, and we chilled for the rest of the evening to flashlight.
The power went out around 2:30 Friday afternoon, and came back on at 5:35 this morning. I know it was 5:35 cause I woke up a couple minutes before it came on.
Sincethen I've been chillin' in my room, wondering if I should get up for the day or stay in bed. I'll probably do something, soon if not wash close or what ever.
I really started this vent/ramble to state that I have a bad case of C.R.S. I couldn't remember the Arabic name my friend gave me. I only remembered the last name so I use a generator to make a new one. See if you can tell what it means:
Sani Waheed Salim
Time to go live, and take on the day.
Peace
Venting.
Posted by Kevin W.
on September 2, 2006
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