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O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts! ~William Shakespeare, Othello


Man, that Sangria is a kiler. My brother had a party at the house last night for his old lady's birthday. As per tradition, my gift was the making of the sangria. I do believe that everyone thinks my last name is spelled Bacchus. Oh well, I had a great time. There were a bunch of little hoties all over the place and everyone seemed to have a great time.

I've been a little lacking in both time and energy, so my blog isn't as consistent as I would like. Right now, in my recovering mode I'm contemplating the dec ision of staying in Santa Cruz for another week for work or just commuting back and forth. I'm up in the air about it.

I had an interesting dream the other night. I dreamt that I was at my grandmother's house and she was in bed really sick and I was crying because I didn't think I could go through her dying again. Since then, I'e been missing all of my grandparents. I find it weird that I couldn' figure out that there was no way my grandmother could be alive and that it was just a dream. I guess dreams are just weird like that.

I'm gonna go nurse myself back to health.

bye bye