When the Angels Can't See...

Been beat up--been broken down, no where but up when you're facedown on the ground. I'm in last place, if I place at all--but theres hope for this underdog, can you call me the underdog...

I'm in this race to win a prize, the odds against me, the world has plans for my demise. What they don't see is that the winner is not judged by his small size but by the substitute he picks to run the race...and mines already won...


The plan for today...

This morning I am off to IKEA--now, as always, I still think some sort of evil theme music should be paired with the mention of this Swedish (and therefore, technically, Socialist) company that is slowly taking over the world in a very capitalistic nature. Moving on from the topic of IKEA thereby avoiding my rant about the pains we went through in furnishing an entire house in this furniture--after ths trip out to...*evil theme music* IKEA, I will be returning home for as I found out yesterday--I have two guests from back home arriving today! What does this mean? This means I have to pull in a matress from the garage and hope one of them doesn't mind sleeping on a futon on the floor in the basement. I am so excited and feel incredibly special that I not only have one person comming out to visit me this weekend but two! It's going to be a riot as tonight we'll go out and adventure around the city to see the wondrous natures of its bars. I'll be sure to take lots of pictures--as always.

Keep On Smiling...