Day of Rest

Right, yes, updating. I know, I know. It's just.... and I'm all... and the thing is... I'm like...

No, I didn't walk today. Blame Canada. Or Mike's Hard Lemonade. Or... um... this guy:





These ads need to end. I mean it. They're just disturbing.












My hips hurt today which is just ... weird. I walked. That's it. You wouldn't think... sigh. Whatever. My body is a wonderland. But less John Mayer and more Cryptkeeper. Pardon me while I pop my shoulder out of joint, remove it, and use it to beat the crap outta Mr. Six Flags Man up there.

STOP DANCING! STOP IT! I DON'T WANNA GO TO SIX FLAGS.