It's late...

It's late. I'm bored and have nothing better to do than write.

Texas is the same. Relaxing and rejuvenating.
Did tons of yard work today, trying to fix up the past 3ish years of the lawn. What a nightmare. 3 truck loads of leaves and crap, and the yard is still only halfway done. Sick man.

Interview with "Jesus" Camp tomorrow. Kinda nervous, hopefully it will go well.

On my 3 mile walk this morning, I was thinking and decided when I'm married with kids, I want my kids to write in a journal, starting once they learn how to write. I wish I did so I could remember more of my childhood. I mean, I barely remember middle school, It was one big blur. I believe if I had kept a journal all throughout my childhood, I could remember it a lot better and be able to look back on it. That's one thing I regret not doing, and I dont want my kids to feel the same way.
Random.

I guess thats it for now. Bed time.