March 20, 2008 10:48 PM You spin me right round, baby right round...

Thoughts as I did multiple 360 turns on the slick, wet highway early, early this morning: Well, this sucks.

Apparently it even looked like I was enjoying myself. In truth, I don't remember being scared, but actual enjoyment levels: Don't remember being all that high. Now I can say that if it wasn't 3am, I probably would not be v. alive right now. Or at least Alex would be a fucking mess, crashed into some other vehicle. Luckily, we all managed to escape unscathed.

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March 19, 2008 03:06 PM Kids.

You know the saying of how women have a maternal, inner clock that is ticking down the moments until they can no longer have children? Well. . . lately I've been feeling actual pangs to be a father and I find it strikingly odd. When I've been around little children, were talking three or four, it's made me actually want to have kids. IS that strange? Yesterday when I was at the preschool I was just like "Dude, these fuckers are so absolutely adorable", but without the random cussing. When one of the little guys came up and gave me a hug goodbye (knowing what troubles he was having at home) my heart utterly melted. It made me want to go back and see them again, which I imagine would be the point of being a dad, right? To want to see your kids over and over again.

I'm not looking through this with rose-tinted glasses; I know that I am not financially stable enough to have a kid yet. And I would like to be settled down with someone before I ever started crossing the bridge into parenthood. But The desire to be a daddy has most definitely been with me lately and it's coming out of left field.

Possible baby names:
Brandt Keith Provow Alex McKenzie Provow

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March 16, 2008 12:11 PM Quick Update.

So that god awfully long paper I was working on? Managed to get myself a 97 on it. No idea what I lost three points on, but I am not exactly going to bitch about getting an A on anything. Particularly after I put so much fucking time into doing it.

Ali and Steve's wedding was good times, though a greater number of songs for Rock Band would have been kickarse. I was supposed to do other shit, but I came home exhausted and expected to have work this morning. Sadly, it was the first rainout of the season (and we are only three weeks in), so that means I won't be getting paid on Friday. I realized that I grew up when I started hating rain outs instead of wishing for them (ah, the follies of youth).

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