For eight more hours, it is Sunday. I'm not a big fan of Sunday. It always feels so stagnant. Sunday is the day I dedicate to finishing three days of homework. This is a terrible idea, as Sunday is by far my least motivated day ever. I take some solace in the fact that today I am writing my second to last speech of the semester. I am almost finished. With the semester, not the speech. I haven't started the speech. Or the outline. Or the power point. This is all short work, though.

The speech will be easy to write, as it is supposed to be a persuasive speech between six and eight minutes in length. I don't actually have to persuade anyone, which makes it worlds easier. I just have to act like I'm trying to persuade people. The speech I'm writing is about Recycling. I am going to present a speech about how recycling is bad for the environment. That's right, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Daniel Conrad, and today I am a loose cannon orator on the edge, with nothing to loose. I play by no one's rules but my own. This speech is perfect, in that no one will agree with me. Everyone will try to shut me down, but they absolutely cannot. All I have to do is refute their claims with possible doubt, and I am off scot-free. With enough pictures of gas-guzzling recycling trucks and creeks filled with bleached pulp run-off, no one will be able to submit that NOT recycling hasn't saved the lives of at least four penguins and an ice cap.

I am going to do a survey of things that make me happy within a minute's walking distance right now.

Spongebob on television
Chocolate milk
My grandparents
My guitars
Castle Crashers
Garlic bread in the oven
oatmeal raisin cookies
indoor plumbing
My car
T-rex comics
Feather Pillows
Basketball shorts
Indoor-only slippers

Life is good.
I think next weekend I'm going to try to arrange an outing. It will be fun. Hopefully there will be six people. One of them is me. Three of them read this openly and fairly regularly. One of them reads it in "secret" and the other never at all (to my knowledge). They should all know who they are. One takes naps, one plays video games, one plays guitar, one travels great distances, and one sings. We should go to that chocolate place on northern Bardstown to have chocolate with cayenne pepper in it, and then drink Heine Brothers and pretend to be cool. It would be fun. Let me know your thoughts in secret. It will be more fun that way.

P.S. Invisible ink for the internet would be so badass.