Last night, near the end of dinner with
I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been using proper form during the workout plan
Drove home, every bump hurting. One wonderful thing about living in a suitcase yuppie town with large Italian, Irish, and otherwise Christian populations... it's easy as hell to find parking during the holidays. I was upset that the three spots in front of my place were taken, lamenting having to park a quarter block away, and one of the spots cleared up by the time I got my gifts out of my car. Of course. Somehow managed to get the whole pile up, dropped them all, and stretched out on the floor. So I chatted on the phone while lying down, checked WebMD, and slept on the floor.
Woke up to
I understand why Ash is not the Pokémon master that I am. Beyond his usual foolishness of releasing Pokémon any time he gets a decent one, not having his Pokémon evolve, and the things I already faulted him for.
This one situation irked me, and made me realize my Pokémon skills. While riding on the back of the legendary north wind water type Pokémon, I understand that you might need help while trying to take down a tainted version of an even more rare legendary psychic/grass time traveling Pokémon. But when someone pulls out one of
It is incredibly touching and nice to learn Professor Oak's first name is Sammy though. And it also reveals that he and that annoying pansy punk Tracy have a hobby in common.
After that I watched the Discovery special about the Xbox focusing on Crimson Skies that the Microsoft guy I chatted with (I know, part of the massive post I'm planning) told me all about. Of course, while watching a special about a dogfighting video game, my brother
I don't think I'm making it to
So yeah, happy holidays to all celebrating. Expect me to spam your friends page while I lay on the ground in pain.