Holy crap my brain is fried this morning. It could be all of the Epic Meal Time that I’ve been watching on Rev. Dark Wombat’s suggestion. It is strangely disgusting, awesome, and erotic all at the same time. Food porn? Here is a taste of what I’m talking about:

Maybe it is Operation B draining my brain. He’s back from Lippincottonia and sleeping like a rahtard on the couch. His mouth breathing reminds me of a dementor. But instead of sucking happiness out of the world he’s sucking intelligence. One of those “If I can’t have it, no one can.” moments. (sigh)

Moving on. Today we begin the epic fish plate pack up. The big order that has been haunting my nightmares gets met face to face today. I’ve pulled in the whole team to work on it. If we can get this knocked out today, I’ll sleep easier for a while. Sorry, brain still fried. I’m off to work. More soon. ~SC