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Tuesday, April 24, 2007 9:43 PM

lying in my bed at home now. nice and comfy. air-con. nice...very nice.

can't get into the sometimesonlysometimes blog. grr. was going to change skin but i guess that will have to wait.

ran through new gym program this morning and experimented with some golf specific stuff. exercise principles lecture was a blur. i sat there saturated for the most part. argh. but i'm still hopeful of doing good in the tests.

didn't hand in my EASB met. card in time so now i gotta run all the way down to EASB headquaters to get the new one sometime before the tests. grr. but at least nickers' gonna keep me company on the long journey. so sweet hah :)

chopped around with jerome and george today. broke even on bets. some asshole today pissed me off while playing. wanted to punch the fucker in the nuts but figured since he was old there might not be anything left to knock.

dined with big foo, small foo and big momma at yan palace for dinner. yummy as usual. conversations were brilliant as expected and got lift back from uncle larry after that cause mom went off to practice at the range.

NRG tomorrow. my ranking's been fucked up cause of them. need to start burning it up again. hitting it good but driving it like a wank so it'll be interesting tomorrow to say the least.

anyway i got sleep to catch

love

spread the lovin'

Rob Valentine

any lower and you'd need a shovel