I’m into it! I’ll have to get a neck tattoo, though.

It’ll be a heart. With a ribbon that says: “Dustin”.

The word of the day is: Donnybrook.

A massive, out-of-control street fight. A rumble. A brawl or fight. A public argument.

For a guy with no arms, Gary sure does punch really hard and fast.

And always in my face.

Yesterday was a sleepy day.

On the heels of my 45/100 night, I managed to get my sleep score up to 61.

And then it was cloudy all day.

So staying awake was really fucking difficult.

I got my hives assembled at my client’s ranch.

And ran all the errands.

Three trips to Walmart later, I was able to finally come home and do all the extra shit I needed to do.

One exciting thing of note was while I working on the hives, the wind started blowing and showered me with baby ticks.

So in addition to barely being able to keep my eyes open, I also felt like tiny parasites were crawling all over me most of the day.

I couldn’t get to sleep fast enough.

Today is a full one.

As is tomorrow.

And then I’m not doing shit for three days.

I can hardly wait.

Now is time for coffee and kicking ass.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC