July 12, 1999. Monday

    As Gus might say, today was a real "five o'clock day."  It's dark and overcast and occasionally rainy, and it's looked like 5pm all day.  It's been a very, very uneventful day.  I took a little nap after breakfast, and after lunch Rodzilla and I were going to go up to Sky Lark, where we had our little counselor retreat last week. Rodzilla has a real penchant for losing her keys, and of course she left them 35 miles away in the mountains. I don't know why she even had her keys out while we were there. Anyway, I was not really in the mood to go, since it was so cloudy and foggy, so after much debate, we decided not to go. So I returned back to the dorms, where my boys were busy playing poker. When I last saw them at aroudn midnight last night, they were playing poker.  And that's where I found them today.  Since i was so bored, I decided to join them. I have something of a gambling problem. But I quit as soon as I was dead even.  So maybe I'm maturing with age.

    Anyway, I'm here in Reid Hall again, watching TV as I write this. So of course, I've been writing for an hour and this is all I have to show for it. I've been flipping between the two wrestling shows and the baseball All-Star Game home-run contest.  And that's about all I've done today.  Besides playing a little apathetic basketball after dinner, it's been a pretty nothing-day.  Things have pretty much settled into a steady routine.  There's really very little that I have to do on a day-to-day basis.  Which means I have a lot less to write about these days. Then again, when I was working I wasn't doing that much, and I had a lot more to write about. I guess I observed a much more diverse scope of activities back then. Things around here generally stay the same.  And that's really all I feel like writing.   I guess a Blah day yields a Blah retelling of the day.
 
 

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