Not only did I not get up early today, but I also took a nap. I finally got around to mowing the lawn, but it got dark and the sky looked, well, ominous. Thunderstorms were forecast, so I figured I’d better just get the mowing done and then hide out. After some short period of hiding out, the sun came out, but it was all just a ruse. After about an hour of good weather, all hell broke loose and I even heard there were some flooded streets. There are random severe weather warnings, and coin-sized hail.

My sister brought over some stale pastries today, which beats the hell out of no pastries, but calling them “stale” means I get to eat them at a rapid rate with no feelings of guilt. Not that I tend to feel guilty about eating pastries. I feel guilty about just about anything else, but not pastry eating. Especially not stale mini-pastries.

Oh, an internet buddy from Baltimore sent me a copy of the article I was in about people who didn’t get into their college of choice. I was featured, you remember, because I got into NO medical schools, not just my medical school of choice. The funniest thing was that my picture is right next to STEVEN SPIELBERG’S! I’m sure that’s the only time that’s will happen.

Instead of enjoying the surprisingly nice weather, I took a nap and then worked on my sister’s database. I know I didn’t need to figure out all the weird things, but it also gave me practice with SQL. I’ve forgotten a lot in the past year. I was so tired today, I could have gone to sleep at 7PM. But, as it usually goes, I got a second wind and while I should be asleep now, I was re-watching the last shows of “That 70’s Show” and “Will & Grace.” Yeesh.

So, I think the cooling tower for the Trojan nuclear power plant will have to implode on its own. I’m going to sleep right through it. There were all-night parties and also camp outs planned, but unless I’m doing the blowing up or standing very closeby, I’m not going to bother with the loss of sleep and the horrendous traffic. That just sounds too much like going to work.