Hell is the holes in other people.

True story, yo.

I kicked the crap out of yesterday. And it kicked the crap out of me. Yesterday was like the fight scene in “They Live”. And I was Keith David and yesterday was Rowdy Roddy Piper.

The good news is that I don’t have a workout this morning. The bad news is that I have a sequel to the fight scene from “They Live” to do all over again today.

There’s a bank run for Jesus. There’s painting the cube that I gleamed yesterday. There’s a drive up the hill to pick up the company car (with a possible stop off at Organic Grocers for some Bro-tein). There’s the evening workout class. And oh, so much more packed into all the nooks and crannies.

Pray to Crom that I make it out alive. Or else prepare to make your lamentations good and loud.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC