Daydream'n day

I was having this daydream that I was a smooth guitar player, and Cat was a performance artist. While I belt out stunning riffs, she would belt out stunning brush-strokes. After our performance was over the audience wouldn't know what they liked more, the virtuosic music ringing in their minds or the marvelous art in front of them. I've been watching too much rtv...

I'm stumped on the program I'm working at the moment, and it's almost going home time. Although not exactly going home as anticipating redeeming my ticket for the opening night of Scarface, er I mean Hairy Potter. I've not really been reading thought provoking books on Christian philosophy lately, but well those devil books for kids.

I wanted to share this with you, I thought it was clever and silly, exactly what I hold dear.

Camping, Eh?

I thought I would tailor the language of this entry to be more suitable for David, my most avid reader, eh?
In one half of an hour I will disembark on the summer's first camping trip of all time, or something like that. I've been watching youtube videos on how to clean fish. I'm kind've hoping we don't catch anything, I would probably faint as soon as put I knife in a fish, or look at a fish, or think about a fish, eh?
I had some fun in Vegas, once I get some pictures posted, I'll let you know all about it. The presentation went with many hitches, but I made it through. Unfortunately I didn't hit any jackpots, so our wedding will probably just be Cat, me and a hobo on campus near a dumpster with an irritated unpaid Todd officiating, eh?

Have a good weekend, eh?