So a good friend of ours had her recital today. She's a flautist. Apparently flauting now includes spitting at the audience and beat-boxing, because she did this awesome song called "Zoom Tube" that was as much vocal percussion as it was playing the flute. And yes, like I said, it was awesome. The rest of the recital was very good as well, but that one piece stole the show.
Anna had a workshop thing this morning. I think she learned some stuff. She'll be a good teacher.
I'm wearing sky blue boxers.
The Broncos picked a running back with their first pick. Yes, these are the same Broncos that gave up points by the truckload last year. These are also the same Broncos that thought it would be ok to lose a franchise quarterback and replace him with a career backup. They thought it would be acceptable to draft a running back. These are the same Broncos that are something like seven running backs deep on the depth chart. I've already written off this coming season.
I've eaten nine donuts today. I really really want to make it ten.
It's been raining most of the day. I can still see the glow from the occasional flash of lightning out the window.
Anna might be getting sick. That blows.
It looks like the Rockies are going to lose again today.
I need to figure out how to invent the poopless cat.
Chief is hilarious.
I think I'll be an adult when I grow up.
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