Studying

SO yesterday I went over to my uncles house to do some rugby. I shouldn't have gone I was have retarded from sleep depravation and on multiple occasions kept just saying things out loud that made NO SENSE WHAT SO EVER. ::smacks self in forehead:: I don't know whats wrong with me lately. I just know that I needed to see him and hangout with him last night. I got some REALLY amazing Christmas music from him and I laughed really hard with him about somethings. I haven't really had a good genuine laugh in a while. Then I came home slap happy and Mike made me spit coolaid out EVERYWHERE. It was a good night.

Work has been good too. Nothing to complain about. Maybe that Joyce is single handedly taking over Tom Holzer Ford? Maybe that I am not Joyces personal bitch? Im sorry do I have "Everyones personal Bitch" tattooed across my forehead? For some reason I feel like I may.

Here is one of the songs My Uncle showed me that really put me in the Christmas spirit.