20 Degree Weather, Stuffy nose

Quite the interesting turn in recent events. Usually, my days consist of sitting around, drinking tea excessively, and occasionally drawing. However, yesterday and last night was a hell of a change. A change I definitely needed as of late.

It started out with me making my way down to the eye doctors by Target for an eye exam. I was there till about 2 PM and decided that I would just go walk to Stroudsburg since going home would be no fun. I made it to Main Street finally and ran into Josh for a few minutes. He went M.I.A. (as expected from a dumbfuck) and I went on my merry way of wandering the burg till I happened to see someone. I had made plans with Dalila the evening earlier, so I was killing time till she met up with me. I ended up running into the infamous PRS with his lovely wife. We walked over to McDonald's where I helped myself to their fries. Then PRS had to do some yard work, some wild leaf blowing. I raked with him to get it done faster then we ran into Dalila, Jess, and Amanda. We indulged in some Main St. Jukebox warmth, then proceeded to wander through out main in the cold weather. PRS and Jamie(wife) decided to end their stroll and drove home. We went to Starbucks where I saw Michelle for a few minutes. Pleasant surprises like that is what make my adventures better off than laying face first on my bed. We indulged in some overly expensive coffee, sat outside on main street for a few hours, ate at Goombas (Pizza wasn't as good as I hoped it was going to be), went to Dunkin' Donuts and Wawa, and then ended up back on Main searching for warmth. We tried all the churchs for sanctuary, but it's quite sad that they now have to lock their doors to the public. We found ourselves in Sherman Theater, huddling for warmth in their lobby waiting for Alex (Dalila's friend) to come out and rescue us. Alex offered us rides home, which was a big load off of my shoulders, considering I never think that far ahead and I wasn't ready to treck off into the cold from Stroudsburg to Tobyhanna.

I finally got home around 11:30 and turned on the computer. I did my usual schedule at these hours and put on Jawbreaker, sat down with a blanket wrapped around me with a nice cup of tea. The hours flew past and it was already 3 AM. I curled in a ball and passed out. The phone rings, my mom screams my name, I look at the clock. It's 4:08 in the morning. I pick up the house phone and hear Steveo's drunken banter about me having to come over and kill zombies. Ofcourse, being the most logical of my friends I got dressed and wandered off into the 14 degree weather to their house a few blocks away. I got there around 4:15 to find Steveo, Oscar, Jesse, Bill, Buchman and Cliff setting up beer cans and shooting them with airsoft rifles. I made some chocolate milk, joined in on the fun and started shooting. I got a perfect game, and shot all the targets. Steveo claimed I have dead set aim, which made me feel almost good about myself if shit ever went down with the undead (yes I am crazy). Bryce showed up as well, so things became more and more jolly as the sun rose. We started playing a game of "silent ball" which got rather out of hand and turning into playing baseball in the living room. We moved it outside because poor Rayna was sleeping and had to be up for work in a few hours. So at 7:30 we were outside playing baseball. My team, which consisted of Billy and Bryce, won. The clock slowed down, I drank tea that I had stored in my wallet and we all went our seperate ways. I finally got home at 9 AM and decided it was best to get some rest. I awoke at 4 PM and now I'm sitting here, waiting on a friend to call with some plans for the evening. My throat is dry and my nose is stuffy, the price to pay for a night of wild gatherings.

That concludes my long, and probably boring story.