I have been reading To Have and Have Not. I have been reading for a while, going slow, taking my time trying to savor Ernests writing, but it took me 3/4 of the book to finally begin to get it. I don't know how I have pulled the wool over everyone's eyes by convincing people I am smart. I really think it is the major. Just because someone is an engineer, doesn't mean they are really smart, it just means they have a lot of homework. Thats all. Ok so back to Hemingway. No. That was all the Hemingway I had to speak of.

Hat tournament, Saturday. I am pretty excited. I day dream when I cool from the shower in the mornings. I have a mirror across from the bed. It is a very large mirror and I don't really know why anyone would want to have a mirror THAT large, but it is Sean's house and he can have whatever mirrors suit him. It isn't my decision. So I was sitting on my bed cooling, looking at the mirror and at how my stomach rolls over the waist band of my underware (did it used to do that? I can't remember. I feel like I would if it did.) day dreaming about the hat tournament and how big of a star I will be and how women, really nice pretty women will flock from every corner of the natural state to hang on me like the girls hang on Arthur Fonzerelli in Happy Days. Then from the mists THE woman will walk and all the other women will fade away and there will just be me being a man and her being a woman and God will be like, dang it feels good to be a gangsta. I always have these CRAZY day dreams in the morning. It is almost disturbing. I light the stove and fry an egg and realize practice a solid hat tipping motion. Maybe I'll have my new Filson hat. Gotta love tin cloth.

Here in a little while, Marc and I are going to look at trying our hands at brewing some hefe-weissen. I am pretty darn excited about the whole prospect. Of course I expect it to taste like Frazenkeiner, but it will most like be closer to piss.

I miss going to church with people I know. I miss a lot of things. The fragilness of life makes me sad sometimes. It was only for a moment, and then just gone. Like a breath in the winter wind. Passing. Its just so damn beautiful.