Here is a farmer gritting his teeth and looking very stereotypically Iowan.
Kids, I'm exhausted. I haven't been able to get to sleep lately, and then when I do, I have really vivid and bizarre dreams. And not the fun kind either, godammit. The only reason I can think of for my sleeplessness, is the change of seasons. In general, I'm actually happier than I've been in a long time. I've been running enough, I'm not all that stressed-out or anxious about anything, but I just can't seem to get to sleep. I try to make up for it on the weekends, but by the middle of the week, I'm back to looking 90 years old and having to put out an APB on my attention span.
The other thing I have to tell you, is that I went to Stinky's first marching band experience at the football game tonight. I hadn't been to a high school football game since I was in high school. Sitting in the stands with some of the other parents I know, I was trying to remember the last game I attended.
I went with my friend Alicia and the totally hot Mexican exchange student she was dating. He never spoke a word of English, but none of the girls in my school ever seemed to mind. He had a big white van and really good weed. I had never smoked before that game, and I remember saying over and over again, how I didn't feel any different. When my friend Alicia opened the van door, I followed the huge cloud of smoke out and landed flat on my face. I think I sat in the gravel of the parking lot, laughing with my friends for at least fifteen minutes.
Needless to say, tonight's experience wasn't quite as illegal or as much fun either. I left right after the band performed, but because we only live a few blocks from the high school, I could still hear how well we were doing for the next couple of hours.