C.K. Storyteller
3rd Level Blue Feather

1. What time did you get up this morning?
5:17, I think

2. How do you like your steak?
Medium well

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
Ugly Truth, I think.

4. What is your favorite TV show?
Iron Chef America

5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
Cape Cod

6. What did you have for breakfast?
One of those hiking bars

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Now, depending on where you live, the following may or may not apply to you. . .

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Do you remember when you were younger, and in school? It would be winter, and the meteorologists, in their infinite wisdom, would be predicting snow in your future.

You'd get up way earlier than normal, and run to the window. Throwing back the curtains, you'd peer outside, and if you were lucky, a blanket of snow would be covering all you could see.

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Yesterday, it hit the high 50's in my part of New England. Today, its a bit colder, but you still can sense that the seasons, they are a-changing.

I love this time of year. It's breezy and brisk, and you can get away with a t-shirt if you don't mind a chill now and then. Being outside and active becomes fun again, and people seem to be happier. It's a wonderful time.

Of course, there's the mud, and the puddles, and the random snow squalls, but those are just temporary.

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I noticed that on our friends list, we have the option to "Break Friendship".

Does that seem harsh to anyone else?

Ah well.

Two Goats In Fresno tomorrow. I'm in the weeks of work in between school vacations. I'm sure I have little sympathy, but its daunting nonetheless.

Nothing exciting planned for the weekend either, which is exhilirating and yet depressing.

I'll earn my green feather, and that's about it.

I seem to be in the minority group here. We early risers are few and far between. I'm sure you all enjoy sleeping late, but to me, there's nothing like being up before the rest of the world.

I went to bed last night, unable to sleep due to a new idea I had for a story. It's called "The Ballad of the Submissive".

All I can say is, I think it's going to rhyme.

Might I become the Dr. Seuss of tickling fiction? We'll soon find out.