It is stories like this and this that keep me up at night. The first because of my friend Brent, world traveler and monkey observer, who is in Kenya until the end of next summer. The second because of my cousin Amy and her husband who live in Irvine or there abouts. Whenever I see a story come across the AP Wire or posted on the internet that concerns an area where my friends or family are it freaks my out. What can I say, I'm a worrier. Brent has been at the forefront of my thoughts lately. I miss him. Last night I had a dream he took a special flight back home just for the reunion next month. Lol, that would rock but I know it isn't going to happen. We won't see him until Aug. 2004. I am guessing Brent showing up in my dream is my guilty subconcious trying to tell me to sit down and write the boy a letter. It's long over due.

On my way to get my hair trimmed today I heard the funkiest song. Not sure who did it but it was a remix funkified version of Beatles classics. At first I was horrified, how dare they screw up such classics! As much as I hate to admit it though, the more I listened the more I liked it. Except for the end. There was some goofy 70's disco type flourish at the end that was very out of place. Otherwise I liked it a lot. Not as much as U2 or Damien Rice, but I liked it. Nothing gets me going more than hearing a good bit of U2 in the afternoon. Woo-hoo! Can't wait for next year when they tour again. You're darn skippy I'll be waiting in line for those tickets.

I've gotten off track again on the whole trying to lose weight train. Sigh. Only one month (give or take a few days) until the reunion and I don't think I'm going to meet my goal. Not that I haven't bee trying but I get knocked off the path so easily it's rediculous. For example, today at lunch I had a Sheetz salad. Not a big deal right? Wrong. I decided a was little more hungry than just a salad so I got a bagel with lite cream cheese. I didn't need to do that. I know I didn't need to do that but I did it anyway. Sigh. I have no will power what so ever. My only consolation has been that hockey works off at least 500 calories per game/practice. And I have been running but what good is it going to do me if I can't stick to the healthy choices food wise. Bah. Damn genes.

I'm ready for this weekend. I may have only had a three day week this week but it sucked. Big time. LIke a lipo machine in Hollywood right before the Oscars.