A Beautiful Mind

How about an exhausted mind? John Nash, move over... I'm putting more stuff in my head than extraterrestrial were putting in yours. Wait... There are no aliens.. so they couldn't put anything in your head.. so does that mean.. I have nothing in mine? Yeah.. don't answer that. I was going to write a post, but got to talking about football with a few people so my writing just kind of went out the window. I wish that I had had the opportunity to get into sports as a kid. I really like some sports. I love boxing. I love the aggressiveness of it. I guess that's one of the reasons I like football. The challenge. The roughness of it all. I will never forget the day I was knocked on my ass by mathboy. He was just playing, but we both went down. He is stronger than what he realizes. He apologized a jillion times but all I could think was, jeez, this might be fun. I love wrestling and playing around, so I have to admit I liked being tackled. Now, I don't want some ole 260lb bag of muscles running into me full force... but I could stand to get out and rough up Bren and P. every now and then. Ok, I've gotten off subject, if there ever was a subject. Who knows with me. One day I will write a novel on the hilariousness that is my life. I only hope that it will be funny to me then, because there are times now that I don't think it's too humorous.