I'm finished with undergraduate college. All I have left to do is don my black garb and sit in mass with fellow classmates adorned in the same fashion and listen to some old fogey drone on about life and something about Diez's Carp. I could personally care less about some Mexican's fish, but these guys seem to make a big huttah about it. Maybe it's just one of those things that will be explained to me "when I'm older." Speaking of being older, my birthday is in less than a month, and for some reason now I just can't bring myself to care anymore. I've surpassed almost all of the useful ages and now I'm just getting old. Makes me wonder what, if any hard feelings the old fogey's like Manteca and Phynerk harbor towards birthdays... oh, I forgot Matt... he's got to be getting on up there now. Ok, I"ll stop making fun of people, I'll be old soon enough.
Greetings, once again to our wayward Fire Lizard. I'm just a little disappointed in you, however. You were in the land of Cowboys, Sooners, and Tornadoes and you didn't even drop by SWO to visit. Tsk, tsk, tsk...
That's all I got. All my students have left for better food, and I'm stuck here twiddling my thumbs until tomorrow's graduation ceremony. I'm coming home Sunday... Paul, you'd better give me a call sometime over the break. There's been a shortage of wacky antics lately...
Jeff C.
How now? Orange Cow?