Yes! I hate monotony! My current definition of monotony is polishing everything in sight with recycled, stripped up sweat pants (there's actually a company making money just selling boxes of ripped up sweat pants. Is that legal?). Where as my previous definition of monotony was pushing symbols back and forth across a computer screen. Will I ever be happy with my job? Well, give me a month on that question.

So how did I golf? Do you even have to ask that question? I was, however, mildly surprised (okay, shocked from disbelief) that I kept my ball on the fairway most of the time. I started the round with six balls and ended with six balls. Of course, one of the balls was one I found on the 5th hole, so it just replaced the one that I lost passed the same hole. I actually hit the ball way to hard and, ahem, hooked it into some tall grass on a hill, and, thus, it was lost forever.

Highlights:
- Using only putters on certain holes
- Watching guys tee off beer cans
- Almost hitting the golf marshal with my ball after being chided into trying in but not really meaning to do it (that's how much control I have over that little ball)
- Actually paring the final hole
- The terrific steak dinner afterwards

Lowlights:
- People drinking too much
- People drinking too much and picking fights
- People drinking too much and picking fights and actually being the one picked on

Yup! I got into a little tussle. It wasn't too bad because the guy was stinking hosed, but what sucked was that this guy was considered a friend of mine. He actually smacked my drink into my face while I was drinking it. I thought he was joking around although I didn't find it funny at all, but when we ended up on the ground I new he was serious. No provocation other than someone had stolen his steak dinner while he wasn't looking, and no, it wasn't me. No punches were thrown thankfully as I'm a lover, not a fighter (Michelle is probably laughing really hard right about now). We just ended up on the ground, and I held him securely until someone broke us up. I was a little upset at him, especially since he couldn't remember why he did it. He only said that I did something to upset him (not his actual words) but couldn't remember what. Not good enough for me! I told him not to talk to me till he was sober on Monday. Well, today he came up and apologized, and he said that he couldn't remember a thing. After he told me how much he had to drink I could understand why he couldn't remember. I just told him that I would only hang out with him till he had a certain amount of BEvERageS and then I'd find someone a little less violent to hang with. I don't need that kind of stuff in my life.

Other than that, the night was good. I turned in after the golf course portion, and apparently missed a whole bunch of more fighting. Which is just fine with me! I'm a lover, not a fighter (stop laughing, Michelle, or they'll never believe me).

The rest of the weekend was pretty tame. Played some PS2, read a good book, and watched two good movies. If you ever get the chance, I really recommend a movie called Run Lola Run. It's a fun little German movie set to some good techno and is just strange enough to keep me interested. Check out the link I've provided, but if you ARE going to watch it, I recommend using the subtitles as the voices that have been dubbed in make the movie unwatchable.

Well, that's it for this instant. I have some things to mull over that will affect where I'm at in the next month or so, and I'll let you all know what they are as soon as I've worked out everything. Until then I'll be secure with the knowledge that I've teased you all with that little tidbit. Ciao!