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You feel overheated and it’s only seventeen degrees outside.

I’m in the car and I could roll down the windows, though… Hm.

Too little, too late did my dad decide to call and ask me where I was.

Just got a haircut, Dad. Why?
Oh… You wanna shovel the drive way? You’ve probably already driven over it three, four times today, huh?
Yeah… There’s no way.
Well just shovel where you drive on it.
I drive on most of it. I might as well shovel the whole thing in that case.
Well sure, if you want to!
I don’t.

I told him I wouldn’t – after all, one of the few things he does around the house is use the snow blower, and since I’d already packed it down he could do it. But when I got home I decided I’d show him, so I start shoveling anyway. I probably got… A fourth done when my mom comes out and tells me to screw it. While I had a point that I wanted to prove (what, I don’t know) I was aching and tired already. That snow is some heavy crap.

So shoveling stinks. Thankfully I didn’t do the whole drive way, otherwise I wouldn’t be at work complaining about it. xD

D’you know how scary it is to drive when any second you could be yanked into the ditch?

One of the few craptastic things about living in the country: by the time the plow gets to your house, you’re already gone and packed it down on the road.

Phooey.

Unless they’re sliced up on my dinner plate.

I don’t know why I suddenly thought of this… Comes of browsing through entries I suppose.

When I was a lot younger my mom and I went to a friend of her’s to hang out… For some reason. I don’t remember why. And she lived a little ways out of town and owned horses, some cows, etc. So I was outside while they gabbed, giving the animals company.

From time to time she let her turkeys roam around the yard. I figured I’d wander over and say hi or whatever my young mind was thinking, and suddenly they started chasing me around the yard! I hadn’t even made it to them yet when they spotted me. I ran for probably five minutes before remembering there was a perfectly good house to go hide in. They followed me up the porch and gobbled at the door.

Frickin’ buzzards. I can’t even handle being around chickens too long, now. xD

I say dreams, but in this case it’s more like a daydream. I’ll wake up in the morning and just lay there with my eyes closed, and suddenly this amazing story plays out inside my head. This morning it was partially similar to one I’ve had before, for some reason involving a guy who gets younger briefly and sounds like Vic Mignogna (I probably just butchered his name, my bad D: ).

But the crappy thing is, as soon as I open my eyes, it’s all gone. The bit I described above is all I remember.

The stories are always fun, exciting, and unique, and being someone who wants to write books, it really frustrates me that I can’t ever remember them…

3;

Is there anyway to keep things like that in your mind longer, if not forever? I wish I had the ability to record every thought I had—that would make this a whole lot easier.

when no matter what position you’re in, your neck hurts like mad.

It’s-a making my brain hurt! :P

Alcohol.

What do you know, you surf the net and find stuff that reminds you of other stuff. xD

I was reading something about German chocolate and it reminded me of these chocolates my… I think great aunt Lily brought back with her from Germany. She ran into my dad at the bar or something and said, “Here, share them with your wife.”

So my mom was checking them out when he brought them home. “Ohh,” she shuddered but had a big grin on her face, “these have liqueur in them.”

I forget why type of liqueur it was but she described it as tasting like lamp oil.

“Can I try one?”

“Honey, I dont think you’ll like it. At all.”

“It’s chocolate, how bad can it be?”

She snorted and handed me one.

I’ve smelled lamp oil before, and it did taste a lot like it. Ha-ha, I thought I as going to be sick from it!

So… The chocolate was good but the boozy center kinda ruined it for me.

When people are late.

Not that I’m one to talk, I guess.

But when your boss has you show up for work at 8:30 and is roughly 15, 20 minutes late, and it’s damn cold out…

Well. God damn it.

Getting angry or frustrated.

More often than not it makes me feel sick to my stomach but I don’t ever get sick, and my head starts to pound, but I can’t really do anything about it.

Gah, I guess it frustrates me to get frustrated? It’s like a vicious cycle.