And tired, of being sick and tired.

So, interesting news. Larry Jenkins just might get to punch a cocksucker today, after all. Sorry, finished the first season of Deadwood yesterday. On my way through the second season at this point.

Anyway, stars have aligned so that the chances of playing Pathfinder are much better today than they were two days ago. Like rolling a D4 rather than a D20.

But first, I think I am having lunch with Word to Me and Vern. If I get to a point where I am not coughing up mucous every 15 seconds, that is.

In my sickened condition, I failed to show you the scans of the new people from Thursday’s dinner with the exchangers. My apologies. Here you go:

B.

Yan.

Whale.

Mr. S.

Also, I forgot to show you (cough…Furious Jessy…cough) what Teacher Sis and I had for lunch on Thursday:

Yes, that is a Cheesy Bacon Pretzel Dog with onions and Chili Cheese Tater Tots from Sonic. Gut bomb? Gut bomb.

Okay, I have to go do laundry now. Seeing as how I haven’t washed any clothes since my return from the emerald isle and seeing as how I’ve been wearing these shorts for at least a week, I figured laundry was a good call. Have a great weekend. More soon. ~SC