There is not much to be said about my day today. I went to work, which was peculiarly busy for a Sunday of such weather. We had a lot of catering, which I like to do because I get to make all of the sandwiches and arrange them on a platter. This reminds me that my job runs deeper under the surface of smearing cream cheese on bagels and brewing coffee. I get to be creative at work.

Today I did a front flip off of the high jump at Steve's lake house, and accidently overturned, causing my face and neck to smash into the water, taking the brunt of the force. It was really scary, but something about that Jamaican man who tends to be at the neighbors house is very encouraging and calming. "Feel the fear and do it anyway," he said. Well, I felt the fear, and then felt the painful stinging sensation that pierced my skin for a full five minutes after my jump. I'm glad I tried it, but I don't think I'll be doing it again anytime soon. I just fell asleep for 8 minutes with this on my lap. I guess that is why they call it a lap top. Wow, sorry my blogs have become increasingly boring, but by the time I'm ready to write them I'm too tired to recall anything of importance. Maybe I'll start doing them in the morning. Just a thought.

Oh, can I just say how much I love Harriet the Spy. Classic movie. And tomorrow, I'm off to Six Flags. I love roller-coasters, but I wish I was going with my actual friends. Instead I am going with a couple girls from work, some of which I like. Jenna Bonci is picking me up tomorrow. Good? Bad? Annoying? Nice? Who knows. It's going to be hot. The weather, that is.