An Interesting Breed of Disgusting

Thursday was very warm and nice and sunny so I mowed the lawn. Most of it was done in about 2 hours, but then the gas ran out and so I took a break. The palm of my right hand is quite sore and will probably form blisters. But it's all good because my tan is coming along. My ears were ringing severely when I finished and they were quite sensative for a while afterwards. That is not good at all, but it should be ok as long as I don't do stuff that loud everyday.

There was some hot DDR at DJ's house Thursday night during half-time of the Pistons game. Stupid Pistons. At least I got to see them lose on a rather large TV. Before the party at DJ's, Vanessa and DJ and I went to Tawas and ate at Muilligan's... or at least I think that's what it was called.

Friday and today I worked. It's not as bad as it could be and, at times, it is rather enjoyable. It's more the thought of work that I hate rather than the work itself.

I find it fun to drive down the paved back roads going at a rate that would be considered speeding on the expressway/interstate. However, I do know my limitations and therefore I do not cross the line between "pushing it" and "stupid".

By the way, the title refers to my car's windshield. That is all I have to say for now. I would write more, but there is much to do before I sleep.