Happy Birthday, Jenn! Wow, 22. Never thought you would've made it past 20 with all the drugs and drinking.

I went to Stanly to work on some stuff that's due next week but didn't get anything done because of something that happened as soon as I got there. Oh well, I'll have to finish it Monday.

If anyone is wondering what to get me for Groundhog Day, I would like bagpipes, a copy of "The Awakening of Intelligence" by Krishnamurti, and one of those bugs in amber deals.

Well, Carolina is 13-4. I guess I'm satisfied. They play Clemson today at noon. It should be an easy win, although anything can happen.

Tomorrow is the Super Bowl. I'm required to watch it, as are all North Carolina residents. I'd hate to be in Charlotte right now. You can probably smell redneck in the air. Every Toby Keith fan in the world will be going crazy. Don't you love how they support just about anything?

I guess I shouldn't say that about rednecks. They're not all bad. In fact, most of them are right nice folk. Some of my good friends are rednecks. Plus, it's not as if I don't have a little in me. That reminds me. My uncle John is leaving for Iraq soon. He'll be gone for at least a year. We're having a get-together tomorrow at James' house as a sort of sendoff. His birthday is February 2nd, also.

I haven't been able to snap my fingers with either hand for years. I injured my right thumb when I was little and the nail ended up coming completely off (but regrew, of course). I'm not sure about the left. Anyway, a couple of days ago I discovered I can finally snap my fingers again (right hand only). I've been snapping them about a million times a day.