and I'm damn proud that I wasn't the one driving. I had six 26 oz. beers, and three double bourbons on the rocks. I'm feeling pretty damned okay right now, but I'm resisting the urge to call up old girlfriends with a passion. As soon as I arrived home, I rigged up my stereo so that I could listen to my music from my PC on my stereo. I'm jamming out to tunes that are being played at roughly "eleven" on a scale of ten.
It's all about the training, people. You can't enter something like this cold. I'm an athlete Goddammit! We'll see you all shortly.Posted by Johnny - Oh at July 30, 2005 12:45 AM | TrackBack