Anyway, I'm good. I'm quickly becoming spoiled though. Pool table, Playstation 2, DVDs, etc. I'm having a fun time. Mostly just hanging out, though I think we'll be going out at some point soon. Maybe go see a band. That'd be awesome.

Austin is pretty but there are an awful lot of people here. The few places we've been have all been packed. Meaning Blockbuster, the gas station, places like that.

Can you tell I really have nothing to talk about at the moment? I just wanted to update before I procrastinated my way into Diaryland oblivion.

Right now I'm ravenous so I think I'll cut this short. I do have things I'd like to write about so you'll hear from me again. Really. You will. Quit looking at me like that, I'll be back!

To tide you over I'll share this much with you. In the few days that I've been (it has only been a few right?) I have smoked nearly a full cigar and gotten buzzed off it, had "slut" written across my forehead", sang on camera, gotten my ass kicked at both Tony Hawk and Tony Hawk 2, kicked ass at both Tony Hawk and Tony Hawk 2, eaten more food than Wordy and possibly more than Texas (which I must stop doing...I need to maintain my svelte and sexy figure afterall). I've also sat on the floor most the time I've been here, which is not good for my poor legs. Anyhoo, I will write again soon. I'd forgotten how much narcissistic delight I found in making my thoughts and action into words. I don't like to listen to myself talk but typing is a another matter entirely.By the way, I swear there were no drugs involved in the naming of this entry. It's just the hunger pains getting to me.

"making miracles is hard work, some people give up before they happen" - Sheryl Crow, Maybe That's Something