Well, my main accomplishment today was converting oxygen into carbon dioxide... and poorly I might add, as the Nate Virus reaches its "Seems Like You're Always Out Of Breath" stage. There seems to be a lot of this going around, as a couple of other people I know have similar afflictions. But back to me being lazy, spent last night with Brooke, her friend, her mom, and her mom's friend in a motel room in Appleton. (Um, hello! I slept on the floor! I'm no hussie!) We rented "The Girl Next Door" on Spectravison (or whatever it's called) and that put three of the four Snore-alufoguses to sleep. Jamie and I were the only two that stayed awake to see a pretty darned good motion picture about high school, romance, redemption and PORN! It comes highly recommended.
So, I woke up this morning with a killer headache, my Virus wasn't cured (as Lori and I postulated that it would be if I had a couple of drinks last night) and it was almost 11:00. Half the day, wasted. So I went back to Green Bay, showered, and then... crawled into bed! My cousin started playing the piano at about 2:30pm and my aunt told him, "I think Nathan's trying to sleep!" At 2:30pm! I would've been like, "Louder! Louder, I say! Does anybody have a tuba? Or some cymbals? Anything to get his lazy ass out of bed!" Alas, I finally got up to watch part of Arena Bowl XVIII. That's right, Arena Bowl XVIII. How much longer until the NFL opener? At least it started raining, so I could say, "Darn it! I can't take that jog now." As if the thought had ever crossed my mind.
I will leave you with this. In order to get a Wisconsin driver's license, you have to prove residency in the state. According to the website, one of the ways to prove this, no joke, is with "a valid Wisconsin driver's license." Imagine drawing that in a flowchart: "So you need a license and need to prove reisdency, if you do that with a license, you still need to get one, in order to get a license you need to prove residency and you can do that by..." (Oh my god. My head exploded.)
I'm finished.
Nate
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The conversion of oxygen into carbon dioxide is a valuable service. Don't knock yourself. In fact, that's about all I did today too, as I am also sick. I blame you.
And there's nothing wrong with wanting a brawler. His prison sentences will be nice breaks. Keep the relationship fresh and all that.
THAT IS SO FUNNY! You should see if one of the ways to prove residency is to show a picture of you standing in front of your apartment building. I'd come take that picture for you. By the way, I don't know if you're going to Summerfest this weekend, but I am. So let me know. Later.
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