Ouch

Everything on me hurts. That was a fun weekend, but I'm glad to say that today marks the beginning of 30 days of detox. Its time to clean out the ol system. I've got to drop a couple hundred pounds and regrow some lungs. I know I've been talking the smack for a while now, but I think this round I may actaully have the motivation for it. Cheers.

Happy Friday.

OK. I'm posting because I feel a need to. I've not actually got anything newsworthy to post here, but I feel guilty because my life is so boring I haven't really had anything of any interest to post in quite a while. Work is boring. The gym routine is steady and I'm still making gradual gains, but still nothing earth shattering that I feel I need to put down in pixels. Next weekend is the "Bachelor Party of the Century". Actually, as it turns out, I'm not really the guy to go to for planing fanfare. I'm just not that creative when it comes to boogieing down. The best I could do was, admittedly, based on selfish intent. We're going to load up in a motor home and drive to hellandgonefromallwomen. We're going to drink four hundred beers and see how gracefully we can negotiate single track at mach 1. At some point we'll end up at the local pub and drink all of their beer too. I know. I know. This doesn't really compare to the hallucinogens, midget strippers, and freaky clowns that seem to always highlight the really epic bachelor party stories, but like I said, I'm being selfish.