recovering
I just did the math on the time change and figured out that I have now been awake about twenty one and a half hours, roughly, and had a little under four hours of sleep before that, and then I don’t want to do the math anymore because then I’ll figure out how many hours I’ve been awake since Saturday and the answer can’t be good. So, you know what? No recap today. But I did get my photo set up, and hopefully that will buy me some time.
Slacker!
Yeah, pretty much.
I came home to a barfing kid and still got a post up. What’s your excuse? Sleep. Bah!
Sleep when you’re dead, I always say. Except for when I’m tired. Then I say “fuck that shit, I’m going to bed.”
sounds like a great time had by all.
But…did you get anything on your shirt?
Black Belt Mama, my excuse is acute alcohol poisoning.
shari, I was at least half-dead. Does that count?
Mad William, I got a bunch of buttons and a few spilled drinks on my shirt, but that didn’t stop me from showing up in a bunch of photos I don’t remember posing for.
Man, you and Dustin. All us old folks somehow found the strength to recap. I think you just need some tater tots for strength. Just look at your photos of Rocky and let him be your inspiration.
I’ll have you know I got up at 5:30 in the morning to finish my recap. Well, I didn’t intend to get up that early, but that just the way it worked out.