Bleeding thoughts, cracking boulder...

Thanks to all of you who backed out on me tonight. I appreciate it. I cancelled. That was a very awkward conversation with someone I haven't seen in like, I don't know how many years.

Aside from that, however, I just thoroughly enjoyed (right) Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory and a Hot Pocket, and some Cheetos. I have settled the debate though. Contrary to what I thought before, the kids don't die. Sorry Jo, but we were wrong. Augustus is rescued from the boiler by the Oompa Loompas, Violet is juiced before she explodes, the furnace Veruca falls in wasn't lit every day, and the TV boy is shrunk and then stretched back out. They didn't die, we just didn't see them again after they were restored. The debate is settled.

I think after I finish this post, I will post some Florida pictures. I also need to post some on the school blog, since Dr. Kluthe is reading and commenting already. Great. No, it's really good. It makes me feel special that somebody actually reads my blog.

"It's a long way from Miami to L.A...."

I would write all about the trip, but I did that on the other blog yesterday, plus all or most of you who actually read this were on the trip anyway. I think a few pictures will suffice.

"Don't stop thinking, don't stop feeling..."

If you hadn't figured it out, the lyrics come in the moments of little brain activity, when my thoughts consist of what I'm hearing, and not anything else. Occasionally they come when something seems exceptionally profound to me, but that's not very often.

Well, I'm starting to run out of things to say... imagine that. I think I will go and post some beautiful pictures, and then if I'm feeling thoughtful or just even more bored, I might post again. Bye.