NO sweat.

THIS BOOK. defines. the crisis. 2010.

ATTENTION:

There I was.
Laying in a field, like you see on those cotton commercials....taking in nature's beauty while being wrapped in a soft/good smelling bed sheet....and then....

(actually... I didn't think cotton fields looked this haggard...) ouch?....but... okay, picture something more like... soft grass and full of flowers field scene.

...long story short. I woke up thinking a black wolf bit half of my butt off... but in reality, my leg was asleep.

I guess after having a total of 17/24 hours of sleep (lay off... I was murdered by a gnarly cold...) dreams become more vivid when you actually sleep.

Here I am... in Jake's apartment, icing my ankle/cankle (round 2) and watching the Food network... this spiky blonde hair dude really irritates me. Time for bed.

Making a soccer video is awkward...
NOTE: I need to work on my posture.
Goodnight.