King of the Road

Ah, spring break; so far I've drunk superhuman amounts of coffee, drank a few beers with my dad, caught up with a few old friends that I haven't seen in years, ran a few gravel road miles with the dogs, finished one book and read another in two days (for purely recreational enjoyment, finally - I almost forgot what that was like), and I found out that I'm a deranged movie character:

Which Random Cult Movie Character are you?

I am Alex, from "A Clockwork Orange." Real Horrorshow.
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Whee! A bit of the red, red groovy for me! Oh, the book I just finished was written by one of my current professors, so it feels a bit like brown-nosing. I guess it depends on whether or not I tell him that I bought/read it.

I also bought Into The Wild less than two weeks ago and have seen it no less than four times so far. I think I might be good for a while. And yes, I actually bought it. For those that know me very well, the seemingly simple act of me traveling to a store and purchasing a movie to own holds enormous significance. It doesn't happen often.

Well, the half pot of coffee that I drank this morning is telling me that it's time to hit the bathroom and then go for my run. I was going to skip it today, but tonight I'll be having grilled steaks and other goodies (translated as booze and a few rounds of cards) with Mean Mikey Meatloaf and TR. It snowed yesterday morning and rained last night, but we must invoke Spring by firing up the grill. I take partial blame for Winter hanging on as long as it has, because I have yet to partake of animal flesh that has been prepared over an open flame this year. I know, it's a lot of responsibility to take on, but I feel shame and had to fess up. I'm a stand up kinda guy like that.

Ok, the caffeine appears to be taking over, so I'll wrap this up and go burn off some excess energy before my head asplodes.