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You know that feeling of just wanting that one last beer, being so sucked into a cd, and not feeling tired at all? Then you get about 1/3 into that beer and realize that you really didn't want that beer, and fuck, the sun is coming up. That is me right now, thank jebus I am off tomorrow. Floating in the pool is a must for me, in just a few hours. I must grow up

Okay it is Tuesday afternoon, and my day has been fabulous so far. Slept late, had a big glass of spicy Bloody Mary mix (no vodka ) , grabbed my raft, and hit the pool. This was the first time I have blown up this raft, and it is ghetto as fuck. It is super skinny, barely wide enough for a child, much less my lanky ass, and says SPLASH MASTER all down one side. Sounds like a title for a squirting porn if you ask me........ The fact that the raft is so skinny combined with the fact that I blew it up way too tight resulted in me falling off almost every time I moved. Let me also add that watching me trying to wriggle and shimmy my way onto a raft is one of the most hilarious things you will ever see, sort of like hippos on skates. I finally got situated and floated about in the warm sun, and the water was perfect. When I got restless, I hopped in and did some laps, which felt awsome since my feet and knees are too fucked up for me to run these days. I could feel all of my muscles stretching as I swam, and it felt really great. Gave my hips a good stretch too. Then I hopped clumsily back on my raft and dozed off and on. Some chick showed up when I was sleeping, but she looked more busted than I do in my bikini, so I let her stay

Now I am going to cook a nice healthy dinner and watch the final disc of the first season of Carnivale. I am a content and happy pup today