So, I was outside and I saw some kids playing football and one of them through the football through the windsheild of this piece-of-shit Xterra out there, red piece of crap, and the football hit the gas tank and the car blew up and I started running cause it was one of those explosions that catches the cars around it and then those blow up and you probably didnt hear it in here because it was a fast-moving explosion but I ran into the journalism room for safety and I got in there and I saw Mrs. H and she was eating a sandwhich and I asked her what kind it was and she said it was peanut-butter and pickle and I said "Only pregnant women eat that, are you pregnant?" and she said "Yeah" and I asked her what she was gonna name it and she said "Mark" and I said "I knew a Mark once, he went to summer camp with me a few years ago" which got me thinking about how he liked the throw things, which brings me back to my first story... I didnt do much today. I might be getting sick. Damned season, makes me feel bad in a couple of ways. .Steve