"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


The D Dance

As God is my witness, I shall never take a math class again.
This may be the sweetest my life has ever been.

For those of you to whom it means something, I should be safely in the ever-loving arms of Oak Ridge sometime Thursday afternoon/evening. I ask very few things of this break, and here they are, in no particular order:
  • Eat
  • Drink
  • Merry
  • The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou
Also, someone's going to have to help me remember to drunk-dial Mikey at every opportunity. I've got promises to keep.
I have the house to myself for the next three days. That's another way of saying I'll be dancing around the house naked singing Handel's Messiah at the top of my lungs for the next three days.

Listening to: Pink Martini- Brazil