is that fucking peter frampton?!

short update because i've just finished this strawberry popcicle here and it's time for sleep...

last night's dream may well have been the coolest dream of my life. i don't remember how it ran together by any means; all i know is that i was the leader of the rebels, all sentenced to death by an evil world order, and i rememeber sitting there in a room with them all, eyes on me, all set to die but not accepting it, thinking, and it was a feeling. i think i let a few of us to our escape but i lost much of it when i woke up. know that it was cool.

went to the diner with Dad and then passsed my drug-test at c.o.m. i drove down the wrong street twice until i realized it was the other street that com was on. i passed because i'm good like that woo.

went to 'waka and got three pairs of bootcut jeans from old navy for $45 - a deal! got a summer indiana cap at the mall.

had dinner with the folks and rode out to tony's on my new bike that we took out of storage from the woodshop - norm's old late-70s-80s blue Fugi (norm a family friend and rich dentist). it's old enough that it was made in japan and now if you were to get one it'd be made here. it is some bike and it is my car for now. i really like it. i am on a good bike now. when i told the guys about it i think they half-assumed i'd found some crap bike in the back of my garage.

stubbs felipe tony and i watched the pacers lose to the heat despite making around 5 3-pointers in a row at the end. went home here i am - they rented a movie when ant arrived and i split to ride home. felipe got there and went, "gametime! what's the plan, guys (besides tony's dog chester giving me tongue)? where's the party!?" haha...if only...

ahh this is enough writing. daily updates in the summer, they are like a rule or something. i'm to bed. going to work, going to lauren's last race before bi-county. central's runners are running the NIC meet thursday, at penn.

laying low these last few, it's...well, it's nice.

--nate

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