well i just got done working my last shift of the weekend (fall break)
all together i worked 28 1/4 hours this weekend. to put that in
perspective the last two week pay period i worked 19 1/4 hours, in 2
weeks versus 28 1/4 in a few days. needless to say i am kind of tired
now.

most of what i did over the weekend was sleep and work, but while i was
working i managed to make almost a whole scarf and watch a the whole
second season of west wing and the first of three disks of season three.

speaking of that... actually this has nothing really to do with anyof that. maybe a slight link to one thing but not really

biggest news of the day
24 season 6 trailer comes out today at 3pm eastern time 2 pm our time
www.24trailer.com
check it out after 2 pm

Answer: yup, you're right
Question: what do i wish i had to drink right now?


In God's Hands,
thomas kvamme

well its been a good while since my last update.

i hurt my face last weekend. i was playing rugby. tackling a guy i
decided that the best way to bring him down was to hit the top of his
head really hard with my face... ok so maybe that wasn't the thought
process behind it but thats what happened. it hurt pretty bad. got a
big black eye, a swelling above the eye and a big split on my cheek.
bled a bunch got blood on my sweatshirt. it looked pretty sweet with a
butterfly bandaid and soon its gonna be a scar that will look sweet.

this weekend was really busy. worked friday 3am-6am saturday 12am-4am
woke up went to the homecoming football game. showered had a choir
concert. went to bed, woke up and worked from 3am-7am sunday. didn't
have anything real to eat all of saturday. but it was a good weekend

i'm getting used to working nights. its not so bad anymore. and you can't beat the company

playing flag football. its pretty sweet. i am a blocker i will block
you every day. we are the postal service. cause we always deliver.
currently we are 2-0

thats about all the news from this neck of the woods.

Answer: orange. 100 points to hannah
Question: what is your first memory of me?

In God's Hands,
thomas kvamme