Eisley is in my head.
And it will never come out.
About my weekend, eh? Is that what you want to know? Well, then I suppose I will tell you.
Friday, I went over to Jimmy's house after work. We went shopping, picked up Hallee and Linsday (I think think think that is how you spell it) and came back to Jimmy's house to roast smores.
After a few smores. It turned into a full fledged melted marshmellow fight.
Sort of like in Goastbusters, only under the stars. And there was no evil deity.
Saturday was spent in the company of Megan. We went to Wicliff park, where I was regaled with stories of her and Bekah playing Hide 'n' Seek.
And I swung under the moon.
I also almost ate a full large pizza. With Megans help it was gone.
I was hungry.
Sunday was a full barbecued chicken meal.
I ate almost a full chicken.
I was hungry again.
Now I am at work.
Yet, I must speak of my love of night. T'is pretty. T'is loved.
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