I keep somehow finding/getting sent more pictures of myself covered in mud:
I was thinking about doing something like this because it just makes it look dirty:
Well photoshop skills, you HAVE come in handy.
Here’s a bunch of random things:
I ate a bunch of things today and worked them off, so I’m still netting 1500 calories or so.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around all of the things that I’m going to have to get done over the next few weeks to get ready to take over all of the estimating for the fambiz (If you missed it yesterday, that’s what I’m calling the family business from now on. Don’t worry, you like it).
Week 2 of the leg workout BLOWS. I feel like it’s double what week one was. It’s not. I checked. It just feels like it.
I got stung by a bee today and I forgot how much that shit hurts. Right on the ankle. My first thought was something along the lines of me being an adult man and how bee stings only hurt children. Well, my very first thought was, “OW!! WHAT THE SHIT WAS THAT??” Then I tried to man up for a little bit. I didn’t see the bee, but in my estimation based on the pain level, it was probably only about this big:
I’m tired. I might start posting *gasp* every other night, instead of nightly. It would probably save me some time at night that I could use for sleeping.
Short post tonight, I know. I’m sorry.
Lastly tonight, I love reading what random people type into Google to find my page. This one was too great not to share…it’s towards the middle/bottom of the picture…the last search term…
Damn, I really love to sleep. Sometime, when I just want to go to sleep, I’m just going to hit the “publish” button even though I’m not done typing the last senten