Snow. Can you believe it, we are getting snowed on today! It's the end of March for crying out loud. At least it did not accumulate on the roads. Then again, if it gets any colder over night, I should have an interesting drive to work tomorrow morning. Hey, maybe I'll have a good excuse to call off! It is opening day after all.

Speaking of sports, how about freaking Syracuse? Talk about a steak knife to the heart. Sigh. After Duke's heart breaking loss in the Sweet 16 I tore up my brackets. I of course had my Blue Devils going all the way. Hey, if anything I'm loyal. Say what you want about the Dukies but at least they made it that far. Unlike certain other teams. So now it's soccer season. Opening day for MLS is April 5. I'm hoping to get to see at least one game this season at D.C. United. Every year I say I'm going and don't get around to it. This year I should be able to catch one.

Finally sat down and wrote a letter to my friend Brent today. I'm so envious of him. Proud, but envious. He is in Kenya right now. Yes, that Kenya, the one in Africa. Studying monkeys again, like he did in Costa Rica. See what I mean. The man has been to so many exoctic places I could only dream of going to like Papua New Guinea, Tanzania, Costa Rica, Kenya. Jeez. Hopefully I can convince myself to go over to Kenya and visit him next year after his program is finished. Right now I'm having a tough time with the whole hot weather thing. I don't do heat very well. Being the pale pastey northeastern native of Irish descent that I am, I pretty much spontaneously combust the second I step outside in the summertime. Unless I put on at least SPF 45. Still it would be nice to see Brent again. I think he's really starting to recover from the whole divorce thing. For his sake I hope so. That was a really weird situation. When Brent and Alicia got married I was forced to swallow a lot of emotions about him. We were friends in high school and like I always do, I developed a bit of a "thing" for him. Unfortunately it never got any resolution. On some level I'm sure he knew how I felt but just chose to ignore it. Which was fine with me. Forced me to do the same thing. Now that he's a free man again you'd think I'd be happy. I'm not. Those feelings are just not there anymore. I'm about a million miles from the high school version of myself that just about died everytime we had a conversation and couldn't wait to sit on the bus for band trips with him. Nope I'm nowhere near her now. She skipped town many moons ago.