We had to take a physical fitness test in school today. It sucked! I had to run laps until I felt like my vascular system was going to explode, and then I couldn't do any pull-ups and Coach Nichols called me a crapsack. I'll bet he's just mad that he didn't make the racketball team when he was in school, the jerk.

I just read a bunch of manuals about protesting coins, and can't wait to try it!

Today Davey Zevon invited me over to his house after school. He's kind of a strange kid and we've never really been friends, but we've been classmates for like forever, so I went. They had this weird green carpet in every room, and the whole place smelled like boiled crab apples. I looked at his collection of model ships and we played a little Mortal Island 8, and then I went home. It was pretty awkward the whole time. I hope he doesn't ask me again.