Yo...Yo?...The Yo-Yo Man!

Just to let everyone know, that today's blog has absolutely nothing to do with yo-yos or the yo-yo man. The title just came to me in a random epiphany, and I thought 'I must use it'. And use it I have. The past weekend I travelled to the little hamlet of Cache Creek (although I'm pretty sure that it's not all that hamlet-y) to celebrate Joe's Birthday, which was an extravaganza of going to the pub and drinking until he got silly. It was, all in all, a really fun weekend, although I might have annoyed Keith with my constant babbling during the eight hours of driving there and back (four hours in each direction). Great fun soon followed at work, which is a big pile of horse poey. It's not bad, but I'm getting frustrated with a co-worker. But hey, it happens to everyone, right? So, I'll suck it up and continue on in my agressively cymical manner. YAY ME! Another note, there's a real cutie in one of my classes. I may develop a crush...I'll keep you all posted. However, a new crush at this point may be as likely as a dog proficient with a yo-yo. I guess I fit it in anyway. More strangeness yet to come.