HOLY CRAP THAT WAS HARD

#TWSS

sorry - honestly referring to how hard Smackdown was...  i'll refrain from any further comments about hardness or more appropriately lack their of, but hey par for the course as i get older and older...

Was nice, one of the young kids tonight said 45 wasn't that old.... BWAHAHAHA fuck...  I just wish I was this fast when i was young enough to do something with realizing the potential... although i don't think I had it then. It took 20 fucking years to become a cyclist and I really didn't start until I was already drinking so - do the math...  double screwed except divide that by 2 and multiply by zero to get the number of screws.

Although that math doesn't work out if you're screwed? State of my brain right now.

Shit going sideways in a hurricane...  summer round here.

Dogs freaking out with the booms, not sure what else, ever constant changing wild card schedule all summer, ever week different, can't plan for anything. How to make it all happen.

Kind of want one more beer but it is 11:10 and well...  i dunno, gonna write and stuff instead of cracking another one. Probably should NOT write and should crack another one, but then that would be smart and i've never been anything of the sort. Ever.

So many things just simmering, don't bump the stove, and increase in the flame will cause a boil over and that's messy and impossible to clean up.

Tonight? All i can say is smackdown/TT fueling? DEFINITELY gotta go with the Bagel Gourmet Burrito in PVD. The other element from '13 probably didn't hurt but maybe it was just the burrito after all?

missing miles, need miles... need lots of miles...  days of miles... but hey, wait, shit's gotta happen. Next week is already totally fucking booked and it is only Tuesday. Not sure it is really a good thing that there is only one of me, and that only I do my job. "Yay" for job security, "boo" for holyshit i have to work double when i'm there to not be there when I'm not which is weird from a support position when sometimes just being here is reading and writing and not doing much (happening less and less lately, why? -oh right- expansion, more PIs more grad students more people using the same resources...  theme repeated everywhere I know).

Smackdown, I made it work, I hung on, was given a gracious reprieve by the super fast three and allowed to re-join. We picked up a few more and had a grand old group returning and it still was tough, about puked twice, and I have an iron stomach. Effort was that intense.

Fox's farewell...  gonna miss that crafty little son-of-a-bitch more than he'll realize.

Sucks but at least got to celebrate his departure in style at Lucky's. Maybe i'll have to go back to mourn his loss. Or have a pint in his honor.

I should sleep, the one commodity that's been fleeting that i have control ovecr except i'm kind of wide awake at the moment.

At least the boom booms have subsided and the dogs are calming down. Thanks alot a-holes.

Or maybe it is my fault for having a member of the family who's terrified of the explosions, yeah, i'm sure that's it. Smash shit? yeah sounds like fun. Except i shredded my legs tonight and can't really stand well despite having no where near enough beer to make them not feel like shit, but that's sort of the balance between may and june, right?

May is frustratingly angelic and June's the devil so when you get in the arms of July you think you're in heaven...  copywrited and shit but it probably already has been said but if not, it doesn't matter.

tomorrow brings what tomorrow brings...  today is and was...  moving on...

one foot,
in front,
of,
the,
other...

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