For Those About To Rock...

Been feeling sick the last couple days. Not in the "Dude, that was sick!" kinda way, but in the "Feels like I've been gargling with barbed wire" kinda way. Wish I could tell you some awesome story but I am too kicked in. So for all you out there not feeling like shit, get out there and live it.

Gettin' Hosed

Still can't get to my scanner, so here is another phone photo. Besides it's been to nice to dick around in the basement. Sorry.

Running Out Of Scanned Photos.

Got this new matress from Sherman but I dont know what to do with my old one. Gotta find a truck and take it to the dump, I guess. Anyway, the new matress is blocking my photo scanning/ light table zone so I haven't been able to scan anything latley. Here's a phone photo of the real owner of this house, Fang. Sure she looks cute, but try and pick her up and see what happens. You'll be needing some retinal surgery at the very least. Savage beast that one is.

Costa Rican Schoolbus

Been a busy week. Since we last chatted I won sixty-five smackers playing poker with the boys, had a amazing fund raiser for my hospital bills thanks to Red Fang, Ancient Age, Drunk Ladies and a few hundred other amazing people, played some Slammer softball (crushed Powell's 43-3), and worked a ton. Speaking of that, this "working" stuff is for the birds, with all the "be here at this time 'till this time" crap and the no drinking, I don't know how people do it for years on end. At least now that I don't get home 'till six a.m. I don't feel bad about sleeping past one p.m, which I do anyway. Also this "money" thing that you get at the end of day is pretty sweet. It helps on the days off. All this talk about work got me tired. Nap time.