I slept for at least 12 hours today. Yup. I was supposed to go to a community service event, but I told the program director that I was still feeling shitty and that a day of rest could be what I need. He said that was cool, and if I'm still sick on Monday, that I should see a doctor.

I don't know what the hell is wrong. It like comes and goes. Like, I'll feel fine, and then I'll go do something like play basketball, and my head catches fire and my face turns read and I spit coals.

Sounds like I missed out on a lot of fun too today. As I will tonite, since my fellow infrastructure buds left to go to Boston, and everyone else is going to another IMLPs house about 40 mins from here tonite. I'll probly be asked to go there in the next hour or so, and if I'm smart, I won't go. Precedence says I will go, but we'll see.

I've been writing down tons of ideas and thoughts in my funny-stuff pad. Tons of office/job related humor things that I would love to turn into sketches or something if I had the time. I wonder if there is any form of filmed sketch comedy a man can do by himself. Like, if I went out and bought a nice camera, got me a copy of premiere, and started to film stuff. What could I do by myself, and maybe with a friend or two. I like to think I would be able to do something like that in the near future, and maybe even take some standup material to a local amateur nite - Charlottesville is a college town - but I have a feeling that it will be a challenge to.

Tons of people here are fascinated with my accent. And, for the first time, I had someone ask me if it was Australian. I think I know why though. Being around here - around so many British and English people (yes, there apparently is a difference) - I found that I am picking up a bit of their accent. It's not so hard for me actually, since they talk really fast and so do I, it kinda just comes on its own, usually when I am talking to them, or am around them.

Speaking of that, did I mention that this place if full of international goodness? There is a pure-blooded Irishman from Dublin here. He talks like a guy from Snatch, it's awesome. There's also some Germans, one of which is in my group. Those guys really aren't tactul when it comes to delivering criticism, let me tell you; it's anything but constructive. Then there is this amazingly beautiful girl from the Czech republic who loves to drink martinis and talk about Prague. She's like a typical foreign exchange student from the movies, with the backwards english and always happy demeanor, but really smart. Oh, and we have a middle-aged Jamaican and Italian in there somewhere, as well as a french guy who we got to shotgun his first beer the other night who is also good at karaoke.

At the risk of writing too much and getting no comments to cheer me up, I'll stop now.