too much late night solitaire playing leads to red and black colored dreams. yeah. it is sort of scary.

hi Crown. well, hi to several lunch tables from Crown.

the sonshine festival is well underway in the lucky village of willmar, mn. i wish i was there right now. loud music, no matter the supposed genre. instead, i can shower with hot water-- so that is ok too.

i hit a deer a bit ago. i did not go flying as brad did, wow. but the vehicle was totaled none the less. right now i am looking into purchasing a cow or the "rusty but trusty" station wagon that was advertised recently. i don't know, it is a toss-up: a jersy coat, or possible wood-panneling. see. i warned you that it was a toss-up.

i am in denial that it is the middle of july. i just am and i don't know what to do with myself. so i make smoothies and i mow and i get together with people and than we talk about how it is the middle of july and that is crazy and surreal and it shant be so i bury myself in denial agian. the smoothies only solidify the fact that i am attempting to deny, but it is comforting and tastey so i just allow the cycle to continue.

good night. i might go to bed now. might. might you? might is one of those "weird" words when you say it a lot.

oh-- 5 year reunions-- h.s. what did you guys do? i am in the process of planning boyceville's and it is late and should have been done before --- anyways... if you have suggestions, please share. thank you. yeah.

miss krista wolfe is now a mrs. you all know her, so maybe be happy with her. happiness all over.