Sometimes I am just so happy that I am me. For instance, I go home for lunch today, and there, right across the street, are 30+ lithe, scantily-clad, glowing tennis players, actively jumping up and down, stretching, and bending over while playing tennis. Man oh man, it’s a shame that I have other responsibilities that so carelessly drag me away from watching the near-orgasm-inducing ladies do their thing. In other news, FirstMatt bought a dresser. It’s nice, and not even all that heavy … got it from Furniture Family or some such place … I’d say one of the best parts of picking it up with him [cuz I have a truck] is the whole cruising around on a bright, sunny Tuesday afternoon. Sometimes I loathe the fact that I can’t just go outside and enjoy downtown like I could when I ditched class in highschool. Damn this whole growing up thing … it’s definitely for the birds. Update – 4:54p – I’ll tell you, the tall tennis players are the best, because they have these short skirts and long legs, and then they serve, and … yummm … Anyhow, not much tops sitting in the hammock, drinking a margarita while watching young ladies do their thing. If any of you guys ever get the opportunity, I heartily endorse this. [/testosterone]