"Thursday?" you ask.
Well lately I don't trust myself to go home and then go back to the gym so I procrastinate and hydrate here.
I don't really know this group of baristas. Nicely primarily works in the mornings. This chick today jokingly asked if I was going to camp out tonight.
"If I fucking want to I will, bitch! What's it to you?! Want me to take that dollar back, smartass!?"
Anyway. Lots to do. I've been watching the yahoo sports guys spew info on fantasy football. A week away and I'm still losing sleep over my 3rd pick (or is it all the coffee?) God I wish I was number 8! Chuck has been dispensing advice as well. He's sold on Shaun returning to greatness. I'd like to believe. The commish won't draft Chicago players cos he's too emotionally involved. This sounds like a wise maneuver. If Gore wouldn't have broken his hand or Marion Barber didn't split carries this would be easier. I kind of like the idea of having a crazy mutherfucker as my #1 back.
Also catching up on CSI and stealing music for Sue's new nano.
Getting ready for ski season. We all got our passes in the mail. REI has put out last year's stuff. Ski Bonkers is next weekend. It'll be snowing before you know it. Enough of this 'summer' already. If I wanted unending mugginess, I'd fucking move back to FL.
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