Sunday, March 18th

Last day of spring break. And a beautiful day. A long sunny day, a gentle breeze, temperature in the mid seventies. We lounge about. Occasionally I start homework only to turn my attention to something else, things more pleasant. I sip some Evan Williams in the afternoon, throwing sticks at sticks (Kubb, as the Scandinavians call it). Later I meet Evan again, hidden beneath a thin veneer of Coca Cola. A wonderful day my friends. I stand firm now and wait for the punch to the face that will be five days of sobriety.