Syringe Buffet

My bed that I slept on from roughly age 5 to 18 is now in a Buddist Temple. The monk sleeping on my bed was meditating and saw a woman crying on the bed. Perhaps it has something to do with the tons of syringes found at the temple before it was temple. I had another bed, that I experienced poltergeist activity on. The current owners of this bed report no odd incidents, however the owner of the couch I had has heard someone call her name from the room with the couch.

I had a difficult run today. It had been 4 hours since the Thai Buffet, but apparently, that wasn't long enough. So out of breath, too full. Shins not happy. Ughhh

Reading The Hunger Games right now. It's much better than I thought it would be. I should finish it in the next couple of days so Liz and I can go see it this weekend.

I bought yurbuds. I dug out my old Samsung mp3 player. This can only mean one thing.

Strawberry poptarts are guuuuuud!