With my fists. If you know what I mean.

Yesterday was a success.

Word to Me and Big D got re-hitched. I hid in the kitchen most of time. And it worked out best for everybody. Plus, I have really good potato salad left over.

After that fun time, I got to do some real good. And by that, I mean I got to play Pathfinder. Azlant is going down. In a big way.

I was so hopped up on the sweet tea that I was drinking in order to stay awake that I didn’t get to sleep until somewhere in the area of 2:30am. Which was lame. I did get to sleep in though. I woke up just in time for one of the biggest games of the year to start. Manchester United (Furious Jessy) is playing Arsenal (Dave). The shit talking is happening in abundance right now.

My brain still hasn’t started working properly, so I’m going go sit and mindlessly watch some football. It is going to take all of the will power I have to root for Man U. Well, it beats the alternative.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC