But more on what isn't normal. Like hitting rock bottom last night with a gruesome combination of pizza, doughnuts, lack of pull-ups, and shitty bands playing at the Sundown. So, I've taken almost three full weeks off any formal (pull-ups aside) kind of athletic endeavor, which would just about cause AI's face to implode. But I think the agenda of getting after it to make up for... not getting after it (?) has kind of gone over the top now. During the first three weeks or so of November I kind of pulled out all the stops and started eating foreign things only known to RC like "quinoa" and "leafy greens." Now I feel as though I'm drifting through an endless savanna of Squilliam C-like decision making where I don't even know what I want anymore. Might be time to get back in shape.
Recent developments in 5629 should make for an intriguing situation. Cowboy's excessively cool record player with lots of vinyl supplies is now in the living room, along with JJ's old PS2 that Soberding cleverly scammed off of him Scott-free. In addition to these somewhat-precious materials in our living room is the presence of the Broom, Dino-saur (this weekend), and the ever possible D-Simms visit. I may as well leave this laptop up there just so it can be that much more mildly catastrophic. Or, for a disaster in a messier form, we could probably convince C-Mac to go upper-deck someone on the chixxe's team's toilet after a 1-2 GC finish at a beer pong tournament. Just an idea, but unfortunately not actually something that happened. Except for the tournament. And the C-Mac rumor. So close, maybe another time. Let's see if we can people to really hate us!
