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There's a new mexican restaurant in my town-of-residence. It had the best mexican food I've eaten since I lived in Texas with good portion sizes (rather then the enormously large ones you get from most traditional mexican chefs) as well as plenty of really good corn tortillas. I also got to babble in spanish to the server, who did not believe me when I told him that I learned spanish in Michigan. Well, I did, I just also kind of lived in South Texas long enough to really learn it, that's all;-).

My throat is kind of sore-ish but I refuse to be sick, especially this weekend. I will not be sick so you can just be quiet, throat, because I'm not listening to you.

I woke up at 4AM and wasn't able to fall back asleep (which isn't very surprising since I fell asleep on my couch at 7-ish and slept straight through). I spent time this morning reading more of Saints and it has me thinking, a lot. You know, my youngest brother, the Wrestler, says I think too much. He's probably right.

( But That'll Never Stop Me From Utizilizing Ze Little Grey Cells )

There, now that I've purged all of that I am now ready to be distracted by pretty things all weekend.