Two nights ago was a Hey Mercedes party. I guess I should comment that since Bob's speaker cabinet was ripped to hell by wolves, he's obviously a good and honest person. From now on I judge character only by cabinet quality.

I don't really need to talk about the show itself, other than to say that they are probably playing near you so you should go see them, jackass. No, I'm not talking to you Mark.

We were making respectable time coming back south from Memphis when we ran over what looked like a huge white stick in the road south of Clarksdale. Thump, no tire. Had to pull over in the semi-rain and switch to a donut. The shoulder of the road was a bit mushy, and I was worried about the jack sinking. But because I'm friggin McGiver I broke out that Tennessee license plate - which worked damn well to spread out the force. Weight/Area = Force. I think that's right, it's been a few years. As Rashaun and I muscled the tire off, Crystal and Tiffany walked back down the road to find what had attacked us. It was a huge white poll with SPIKES sticking out of the top that covered the entire lane. Yea. We threw it in the ditch. Maybe it was someone's fun juveneile prank. Already broke college student has to buy new tire! alright hilarius woo!

Now that we've covered two days ago I'll move on to last night. Crystal and I did absolutely nothing all afternoon and then rushed like hell that night (of course) to get our pieces in the student art show by the deadline. It was sadly just like a movie. While I was flooring it to the art dept, literally minutes from the deadline, I got pulled over for driving through a one way parking lot. Here's me fidgeting and staring at the clock while a campus cop lectures me on watching the signs. I snuck in the back door with my pieces and then stalled the teacher who was coming to lock up the gallery by constantly saying "Wow, isn't this sculpture piece neat?" or "Isn't our outline due tomorrow?". I let Crystal in the locked front door a full 15 minutes after the deadline and commented how pitiful we were. Oh, and earlier while standing on a rolling chair I put my hand through a 5 foot long piece of glass. I guess that was really the most exciting thing that happened that evening.

I woke up at 7 this morning to do some class work, opened my window, and realized it is just about the most beautiful day that has ever existed.