Burt's my son. He's good at swimming laps in the pool. He could probably go to the Olympics if he trains hard this spring. It's hard to know for sure though.
Ok you know what, I don't feel like writing a weird story today. I am so damn hungry and my head is on fire because of it. I can't believe that my oatmeal isn't ready yet.
I don't think I ate enough food last night. I had 2 week old left over poutine.
I felt full after I ate it but three hours later I got in bed and I was like, 'oh no, I'm HUNGRY! THIS must be why I was in such a sour mood!'
So I got out of bed and the only thing I could find to eat was a tortilla so I took two bites out of it.
My roommate started walking down the stairs at this point so I bolted like a frightened hound for I didn't want to be seen eating a plain tortilla in the kitchen in my boxers at 1 am.