Memoirs

Memoirs, as someone put it, are slices of life. They're just a small but significant portion of the whole story. And that's what this is -- snippets of my story.

Saturday, April 30, 2005

In which I am very tired . . .

So . . . I wish it was still basketball season. I miss basketball. And athletic math boy. He's so fun to watch. Speaking of basketball, I saw Fletcher all spiffed up today -- who knew he could be that good-looking?

It's so silly to say that I miss Athletic Math Boy. I just spent like 7 hours with him yesterday and roughly half of that time, he was sitting right next to me. Ok, so maybe it was only a third of the time. Or a quarter. I don't know -- but it was a very long time for him to not be running around and working off all the hotdogs he roasted over the fire while he was sitting there. It wasn't as many as Jason though -- Jason roasted at least one every hour.
~MJ
PS -- oh, and yeah. I'm really tired.

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