I've fucked my schedual up completely again, sleeping through the day. I spent it dreaming of Bam and his purple Lamborghini. I'm on "spring break" so for the moment this is acceptable, if not productive behavior.
We had some actual interesting talks with my mother yesterday though. She let me in on a little secret: For some "unknown" reason, alot of our acreage is zoned commercial. There could be possibilities, maybe a fabulous little eatery?
