Here I sit again on a Sunday, waiting for someone to call me back. The first obit story I was going to do fizzled out so now I'm attempting to get another one. Must have patience, must have patience. I don't know how the other reporters around here do it. I guess if you're here full time it makes it a little easier trying to get in touch with someone. Unfortunately I don't have that luxury.

Satruday night proved to be a fun time. A little too much fun for some of us but fun nonetheless. Lyzz finally got back to town around 11ish and we hightailed it over to Cobblestone's for some alcohol. I only had 3 pints and 2 shots. Lyzz on the other hand consumed way more than that and ended up getting sick in the parking lot at work where I left my car. Not pretty at all. By the time I got her home it was almost 3 a.m. then I met Bob at Denny's and did not get home myself until 4:30ish. Can't do that too much anymore. I didn't roll out of bed until 1:30 p.m.and just hung out in my p.j.'s until it was time to get ready for hockey. Reminds me of how I spent most of my weekends in college.

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