Day 1229 of 365 4 lyf. If I were smart, I’d pack for a trip ahead of time. I’m not smart. I’m stupid, so I don’t even do laundry early. I suck. So instead I end up staying up half the night trying to get everything ready when I have a 7am flight. Ugh…. I…
Day 475 of 365 More. Gone Fishing… Or something like that. Steph and I are off on vacation tomorrow after work, and I don’t know what my internet connectivity will be like so this may be my last post before I get back. In any case, I’ll of course continue this while I’m gone and…
Day 240 of 365 days. And I’m home… finally. Not that I didn’t have a nice time in Boston, because I did. But its nice to be home now too. All the traveling has made it harder for me to get over my flu. And Meron was sick too, so I’m really hoping we didn’t…
Day 155 of 365 days. People keep saying they want to see more of my exciting life as a pro-wrestler. The problem is that most of it isn’t really all that exciting. And of the part that is really exciting, I haven’t found a way to take a great self-portrait while doing it yet. So…