When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions. -William Shakespeare

Overall, my weekend was pretty good. However, if I were a pessimist my weekend likely would have been horrible. It all started on Friday....

Friday:

• As I was getting a slow leak in one of my tires on my car, the friendly Les Schwabb employee informed me that I need new tires, very badly. That should only cost me $500 to $600. Good thing I have a job. Wait, I don't have a job. Crap!
• I was slightly depressed because of the tire situation and lost all motivation to do anything productive the rest of the day so I sat on the couch outside for several hours doing absolutely nothing.
• The fort came down. This was by far the most depressing thing all weekend. I stayed depressed about this event throughout the entire weekend.

Saturday:

• I went on a 25 mile bike ride to the hot springs in Price Canyon only to find out that they smell truly awful. They smell like rotting sulfur mixed with INSERT WORST SMELLING THING YOU CAN THINK OF HERE and felt obligated to get in because of the long bike ride I took to get there. I ended up smelling like, well.... let's keep it family friendly and just say I smelled bad.
• At about mile 21 on the bike ride my legs decided to cramp up and not work properly. This was almost exactly the same time the strong winds began to blow towards me.
• Because I was so exhausted from the bike ride I accomplished nothing the rest of the day. Unless you count sitting. I accomplished a lot of sitting.
• When I got home Saturday night my front door was wide open and I thought someone broke into my apartment. I had to have Bruce and Greg help me look in closets and under the beds for any potential intruders. None were discovered.
• I couldn't sleep.

Sunday:

• I dropped the shampoo bottle on my toes in the shower.
• The weather has been so nice lately but got really cold.
• Emily suggested to the Bishop that I become the Elder's Quorum Pres when Stew leaves just so Emily could have fun in Ward Council again. Apparently I make Ward Council fun. All I really do is hit on Emily, a lot, as well as distract Emily and anyone else around me from the meeting, by hitting on Emily.
• My efforts to steal Mary away from Greg were to no avail. She's way to loyal to that self-centered jerk.
• The test results came back positive for gonorrhea. Just kidding!
• My mom gave me a hard time for not sending her a birthday card last year and I tried to explain that I had no money at the time. However, as all people with mothers know, there's no winning an argument like that with a mother.

So, my weekend pretty much sucked. Tons of awful and terrible things happened to me. Well, they're not that bad. If I had a bad attitude about things I would be upset. But my weekend was actually pretty fun. A lot of good things happened to me as well. I just thought it was interesting how even though quite a few bad things happened to me, I still had a good weekend. My weekend was not depressing at all, except for the fort coming down. I'm still depressed about that.