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So it looks like i'm going to have to sit through this entire 'fight' on pay per view or whatever tonight. If that wasn't bad enough, i'm dishing out 10 of my hard earned dollars to do so. Feehh. As stingy as I can be with money, I figure I owe Matt atleast $10 for the massive amounts of his alcohol that I've drank over the past 4 or 5 weekends. I'm sure it won't be so ungodly boring whilst being drunk.. but I drank last night with Jenny, and I don't know how much i'm feeling up to that. We had some beers last night and watched Sleeping Beauty, which was fantastic of course. I went to the gym today and did 40 minutes (4 miles / 750 calories) on the glider thing-a-ma-bobber machine, so I feel good. And i've eaten practically nothing today. Not healthy, but I feel good. Yes sir.
Aside from the drunken disneyness, yesterday sucked. I mean, the day itself was fine - until right at the end when we're going to get released from work. First off, Hector comes up to me and punches me in the tit - after I've told him repeatedly never to touch me there (very self concious about that area). I was ready to punch him in his face, but that would've been a no no. After that we're standing in formation for almost 40 minutes while the commander blabs on and on about stupid shit, like not beating you're wife and your fish, don't drink and swim and die and stuff. Grr. Then I get home to find that none of my packages that i'm expecting (like my fucking computer speakers) have come in. Good god. So I close the mailbox and take not but three steps when a bird fucking shits on me. How awesome is that. Got it on my pants too. My fucking flares. Dick.
Well.. off to go watch this fight.
Aside from the drunken disneyness, yesterday sucked. I mean, the day itself was fine - until right at the end when we're going to get released from work. First off, Hector comes up to me and punches me in the tit - after I've told him repeatedly never to touch me there (very self concious about that area). I was ready to punch him in his face, but that would've been a no no. After that we're standing in formation for almost 40 minutes while the commander blabs on and on about stupid shit, like not beating you're wife and your fish, don't drink and swim and die and stuff. Grr. Then I get home to find that none of my packages that i'm expecting (like my fucking computer speakers) have come in. Good god. So I close the mailbox and take not but three steps when a bird fucking shits on me. How awesome is that. Got it on my pants too. My fucking flares. Dick.
Well.. off to go watch this fight.