Mike's graduation was great. I got to see my family and friends, briefly. I beat Walker in poker at Eric and Spina's place. Shawn's gotten great at pool. He nearly ran the table on me a few times. I do believe he won most of the games too. I had lunch with my dad, hung out with Joe D., watched the UFC3 season finale. Good times.

On my way back home my flight was canceled. The airline put me in a hotel in Charolette, NC and scheduled me for the next available flight. Monday! I missed a day at work.

Today started off horribly. I got a call on my cell from one of the guys from work. "Dwayne, where are you, it's 20 after 7?" I had to be at work by 7am. So I drove to the worksite and took a few wrong turns. The guy I was working with wasn't too happy. Then I worked my butt off. We had to clear a path to see the next position for the theodolite. I chopped my butt off, figuratively. I got so tired and dehydrated all of a sudden. I nearly passed out a few times. I couldn't walk without staggering. And when we stopped for somereason I had to lay down because I could barely stand. Then something weird happened. My face started tingling. My lips and my nose and my forehead. It was so strange I told my co-worker. He said it was a symptom of heat stroke, same for the lack of energy. Maybe it was those berries I ate.

The missionary team to India is leaving tomorrow. I will miss all of them. I will not see some of them anymore, b/c a few are going away after the mission trip is over. I had dinner with them last night. It made me sad to have to say goodbye. I wanted to get to know them alot more than I had. But Mark is right, I would not have met some of them if it weren't for the missions trip. They came to Atlanta for training. And now training is over and they are leaving.

So yeah, things are great now that I'm back in Atlanta. At least I beat Walker at poker.