5. sssssssss.

I’ve been trying to write up a pot about Jim Treel and Ohio tate’ elf-impoed penaltie for mot of the evening, but the goddamn S key on the netbook keep ticking. I’m full of jambalaya and beer, and I think I’m going to get ome leep intead. Ye, I’m eriou.

77. torn.

Earlier today, we talked about how I’m planning on starting New Year’s Day. What I’m having some trouble with is what happens later. The last two years, we’ve come home from the post-swim mean and parked on the couch. There is food, sure, but the big deal? January 1 is college football’s holy day and… Read More 77. torn.