Still alive!
Last night I drove my brother to martial arts, and watched him do actual flippy-style handstand kicks in a real spar. He was hands-down the best guy in the class. When did my little brother get so cool?
Today I am walking the dogs, posting letters*, going back home to organize more work shifts and hand in my time sheet, picking up my shopping list and shopping bags, coming back to my dad's house, walking the dogs again, going to my brother's house, writing with
jbmcdragon and
kilerkki, and PROBABLY OTHER STUFF, TOO.
But meh. My haircut looks awesome still, and I have enough cigarettes to choke a hippo. I will not be defeated!
* Done!