I am quitting school, selling everything I have and I am going to travel the world counting donkeys. Why? Because according to Wikipedia:

"There are about 44 million donkeys today. China has the most with 11 million, followed by Ethiopia and Mexico. Some researchers think the real number is higher since many donkeys go uncounted."

We cannot afford to have an inaccurate census of ass in the world.

Last night I went to the bar that my friend works at. I had a couple of beers while chatting with him, his girlfriend and one of the waitresses. It was DEAD in there...

Anyway, a homeless looking guy comes in and as he is walking through the joint they start talking about how one of the bouncers tossed him out and threw him on the ground the other night. I couldn't figure it out, this guy is very small and skinny and frail. They all told me he was an asshole and very rude.

He sat down next to me. We talked a little, when I left I told him to have a good night. He was unusually quiet and very polite....

I don't understand why he was treated that way. Even if he was rude that night, I can't see the point of a guy that weighs 350+ pounds putting him on the ground....

I just got back from my bike ride... I saw two elk where I never have seen elk before. I saw about six mule deer does, two bucks, two jackrabbits and a coyote in a field.

Wrote a haiku.

Had to turn around on a dirt road because of a dog blocking my path. I really didn't want to challenge him, and got chased by another dog at a different farm house.

Oh, and I had some bug fly into my mouth that tasted DAMN GOOD! It was like some candy I have had before but couldn't place it. I am thinking maybe it was a bee that had a lot of clover pollen on it or something...

OH yeah, and all the haiku I submitted to Frogpond were rejected....

One more summer workshop done. That means I have 4 hrs completed towards my senior block.

I am damn sleepy. Went out on a kind of date, didnt get home until 1am, got to sleep at 2am then woke up at 5 to complete my presentation for class at 8.

Going to take my girls out to eat.

So, I have been involved in this relationship for about two years now. It is kind of a tragic love affair. We had a blow up on Sunday night, and we didnt talk yesterday. Amazingly, I am very calm and confident and I feel this had to happen to get things on the right track even if it means we go our seperate ways.

The old Scooby Doo cartoons from when I was a kid are so much better than the new ones. Especially the music score.

I need to get off my ass this morning and start doing some chores...

I have one two day class at the end of the week that counts towards my senior block.

I have a fear of being alone, but I dont NEED anyone either. If that makes sense.

Damn, I went to go for a bike ride and I had a flat rear tire. I pulled it apart, found the puncture, was going to fix it but realized I dont have any patches I will to go the shop tomorrow and get a new tube, and patches. The new tube will go in, and I will patch this one as a spare.... Sucks.

So, tonight I will read some and write some and get some rest to head into the weekend with

Another crazy dream, but this one wasn't mine, but it was my oldest daughter's. First some background information. Our cat Raven died last June, I still dont know what happened to her, all I know is I found her in my wood pile hurt and hurt bad.
Ok. and I met this bad ass girl in my Creative Writing class named Kate. Zoe (my oldest) met her a couple of weeks ago when we bumped into her shopping.
Now for the dream.

Zoe dreamt that Kate (only her name was Mandi in the dream) was sick and passed away even through she was really young. Zoe decided to go to her grave and there was a rainbow coming out of it going into the sky. As she watched, Kate began to ascend into heaven on the rainbow, so Zoe stopped her by asking if she would check to make sure that Raven Lovato, our cat, was ok. Kate agreed and went up to heaven. A few days later Zoe recieved a letter in the mail from Kate saying that she had seen Raven and the cat was doing perfectly fine in heaven.

Zoe was crying just a little bit when she told me.

My oldest daughter woke up, called me to her and told me "Happy Father's Day" and then went back to sleep.

I am still reading Constancia and Other Stories for Virgins by Carlos Fuentes.

Today I will just hang out with family, and probably get a couple of bike rides in with the girls...

I need $$ so I can put together these two classic Schwinns. They just need wheels and tires to be done.

I need a job too just to surive, but it is hard to find one where I can get one Friday off in a couple of weeks, and two weeks off in July, and then quit in August for my normal job and school.

Also, I need to diet just a little and start training again. I would like to lose just a little bit of weight and get back into shape. Time to lift again.

I am having bizarre fucking dreams. BIZARRE. Three nights in a row I have had dreams that make no sense and there are cameos by women that I have been interested in dating the last little while. Yeah, and last night I managed to drive my Tercel through some mud and water that came up over the hood. I was trying to get to my best friend who was stuck farther up the road and the National Guard was rescueing him. The look on their faces when they saw the Tercel where their trucks were was funny.