summer dreams are made of these

I think I am getting old, real quick. Just a few years ago I partied my way into an ulcer. Now I read and study for test and talk about the good old days. Good Lord what is happening to me?

On another note summer is finally here and the combined census on all the minds that make the unlikly predictions in life (aka the news) is a blackout is going to occur at least once. If that happens hopefully i will have at least a gram of my personal stash available so as to make the transition back into the light a smooth one.