At any occasion.

Presidents weekend post coming soon.

Dear Paul McCartney, thank you for writing this song.

Went with it.

Hilary and I had a date. We went to Rooster where we enjoyed the company of Cam and Thayne, and an old friend, Coca Cola (Yes, sometimes I still have Coke, every 2-3 days, but now I feel I am the one in control). I mostly laughed all night. I laughed from Rooster, to the car. From the car to Hilary's house. From her house to the movie. Not really the whole time during the movie, but mostly. We were just going with it though. Then, still, from the movie to her house.

Yep, I laughed mostly all night.

Me: Of all the things they could have done.

Hilary: They could have at least put a cat under the table.

Here's to good nights and late night stick figures on Illustrator.

P.S.  See how much more talented Hilary is at illustration then I am here.

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If her husbands name is Isaac... who is Guy?

More pictures to come that will help solve this mystery. Be careful on the edge of your seats, it might take me a few days.

Good.

I woke up slightly late, and drove to work listening to some good old Tom Waits.

I had a pretty average day at school, sometimes loosing my patience just to start laughing two minutes later when I realize the kid who wont hold still is so actually really funny, and that I know exactly how he feels.

I went to lunch with two way great friends, one who told me that I can now have one of the six posters under her bed of 7 years in Tibet (really good news). The other is always my go-to-guy, one of my closest friends, who dresses better then I ever will.

After school I laughed with our secretary and a few kids about cryptozoology (apparently its not a word but people can study it in college).

I went to the dark room to visit Ashlee, had some cake and talked peetchas. Always good. Then I came home, to some much needed alone time, talked to my sweet mom, watched a movie, worked on grades and I am now settling down to read a book one of my students recommended.

See? Good life.