Chapter 25
Saturday, May 13, 2006
  slice o' life, yo
I always pack too much stuff when I go away. Too many clothes, even when I think about it ahead of time. One of these days I am going to pack the perfect suitcase/duffle bag. Maybe I'll need to join the Army to do so (and some days I think I need to join the Army for other reasons alltogether unrelated!) but I will pack the perfect amounts of t-shirts and socks.

I'm not enlisting, that was a lame attempt at humor.

So I don't have any breakfast food at the house and I need to go to the store, but I'm hungry. Shopping when you're hungry is the worst. This is going to be a huge test of self-control.

The West Wing is ending tomorrow night. It'll be the last conversation/re-cap I'll have with my parents about it. I'm going to miss those more than I'll actually miss the show. After this week I think I'm going to unplug my TV and put it away for a while.

I met some interesting people this past week; a lot of ministers. Religion is just a huge part of disasters (response). Also had a few job...suggestions, shall we say for next year. Networking is a pretty nice perk of these things. Maybe I didn't do enough, who knows? But I feel pretty confident in the people I met and the information I picked up to take back to the people I work with here in RI. I think they are going to be very happy someone, anyone, represented the state at the conference. It was very important for our organization, internally and externally.

Overheard a very interesting conversation on the plane back to RI between a doctor/med school professor and a private relgious school principle. Southwest let's you pick your seats at random, but this was no random circumstance.

And to leave the warm and sunny South to return to the cold, rainy and windy Northeast...even if though I like the rain, there's something wrong with this picture.

Hey so that's pretty current for me this morning. I just like writing sometimes, for anyone and no one to read. I don't care, it's just kinda fun to put my life down in a few sparse words/ideas.
 
Comments:
So a med school professor and religious school principal are riding on a plane...WHAT's THE PUNCHLINE, Josh?? Rectum?! Darn near KILLED em?! Learn how to tell a joke.
Seriously, I'm glad youre farther away from me again. I felt us getting too 'close'.
Kase and I went hiking in Big Sur today, and a bluejay landed on her knee while we were resting on a bench. it was cool.
Do a review of MI 3 for me.
Chili Peppers new one is good.

Presenting: a Haiku

For dessert last nite
Kase made a Kahlua cake
hellva caucazhun.
 
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