As the Rice President.

The word of the day is: Hoopla.

I had 8,500 steps by the time I got to work yesterday.

And then I sat at my desk and read comics.

All.

Day.

It was a fucking Grismas miracle that I didn’t fall asleep at my desk.

After I work I rushed to scarf down two giant burritos and headed off to baseball.

Where I read some more.

Because our team was sucking hind tit.

Then it started raining and I went the fuck to bed.

Today I have no idea what’s happening.

Rumor has it that Zaxxon is coming in for the weekend, though.

I’m probably going to end up working in the yard a bunch.

And then there’s the Monday holiday.

I’m never gonna get used to that.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC