I'm always tired. And late. -blasts Bourne Identity music-
Okay! Slightly better now. Sorry, Anna....
Yeah, we're making a model of the tabernacle in seminary. The other things were made of some odd wood, but the laver was a bowl. So uh... It was overwhelmed by the spirit.
Anywho.. -glances back at other comments-
Well, it was no elegant obituary, but I figured it deserved more than a passing glance.
Speaking of which, I believe his funeral will be this Saturday and I think it'll be on BYU and prodcasted to the stake centers. I think. I got an e-mail from mom, so yeah. Something like that. For more information, go to- Anywhere else...
-looks up- Yeah, I don't know very much...
Am I late? I don't think so, but I'd like to get some more exercising done before lunch. By the way, mom, I think you should be happy. I had a butter-free potatoy breakfast. With an apple. So yeah, it occurs to me that I'm getting fat. I used to be 135... Which I am not anymore... Oh well.
Healthy junk! Ooh! Bro A. told me about a really good food thing. Oatmeal + Yogurt + Berries = Good.
I tried it - berries, but whatever. He was right. One little cup and I wasn't hungry for HOURS. Then I ate dinner like mom kept telling me to.
Reorganization is good. I've finally found the right place for my beloved trenchcoat...
Anyway, that about wraps it up. See ya, er'body!