That’s French for “Cream of (shit) Soup”.

Happy Caturday. What a weird day it has been so far.

But let’s talk about yesterday first.

First off, if you live under a rock you haven’t seen this:

I don’t care about your opinion on this teaser, so please keep it to yourself.

I also got the new Wu-Tang album.

And I withdrew money from my savings to buy myself this:

Then a fuckload of people came to my house. Two of which had never been here. So, I froze them:

Mayonaise.

Sueea.

After I kicked everyone out early, I tried to go to sleep. You know, so I could get up and go to workout this morning. At about 1:45am I decided to call it. There was no way I was going to make it to workout. I was so exhausted that everything was irritating me and, thus, keeping me awake. How fucked up is that?

I finally fell asleep around 2:30-2:45am. I woke up to a loss against Arsenal and sense of being a giant slacker. That’s the difference between choosing to sleep and the universe deciding you are sleeping in.

I now have to go clean up the giant mess in my kitchen that wouldn’t fit in the dishwasher.

See ya ‘tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC