Me and a few fellas (Daniel, James, and Dusty) got together this morning to help Mark Harmsworth's campaign by doing a lit drop through some apartment complexes. Because of the nature of apartments (managers prowling around, waiting to waylay anyone passing out literature) we had to do it early in the morning... 6 AM early. Good times.
Then I decided since I was in Mill Creek to stop by Tom Hallstrom's house to grab my sunglasses which I had left over there on Sunday. Now, I just so happen to know that Tom is working 4PM-12AM shifts this week, so 8 AM was most likely still sleepy time for Tom. But did that stop me from driving there and knocking chirpy beats on his door while ringing his doorbell until he came and answered, bleary-eyed and none-too-happy with Tim? No. No it didn't stop me.
With friends like me, who needs enemies? But hey, with glasses this cool on a sunny day like today, can I really be blamed? (Don't answer that, Tom)