I’m home for Christmas, and bored. I need a shuttle that runs from my parents house, to Sioux Falls, and back. That way driving to the bar and drinking a water would be by choice, and not because I’m a law abiding citizen.

Anywho… being back home, sleeping in the computer room, and spending too much time on facebook gives me time to think. Maybe too much:

-My parents left for a wedding in Dallas, SD today, and won’t be home until tomorrow. Should I throw a party? No. I’ll just play Jetman and read other blogs until my eyes bleed.

Since they’re out, my dad had me feed the cows. Is it just me, or is it a full moon tonight? I’m not pointing fingers – it could be because I fed them three hours too late, or it could be because of global warming – but those cows wanted to eat me. I am lucky to be typing this right now… I heard one of them say he (or she… they’re calves and it was dark) liked fingers the best.

If it weren’t for my insane 7.3 second 40m dash speed (the m in 40m stands for manure) I’d be fertilizer right now.

-Last night I must have had too much time to think also, as I had an odd dream. I got told by Dr. Kelso from NBC’s Scrubs that I had less than a day to live. I can’t remember what was wrong with me, but it had to do with not being able to hear out of my left ear.

Dream summary, I have to decide what to fill my time with until I died. I’m not one to sit in a hospital bed, so I texted all of my friends and we played beer pong while I waited to croak. After saying all of my goodbyes we find out that I’m not going to die.

How could Bob Kelso get this wrong, you ask? Well it’s because I didn’t lick the q-tip before I stuck it in my ear… duh! Now the whole cast of Scrubs is there, and we have a good laugh.

Sidenote: I kicked butt in the beer pong games, and not just because people let me win. Also… I remember typing some of my text message to everyone… it’s weird seeing the word “terminal” in a dream.