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I had some kind of intestine eating, soul attacking bug for a couple of days this week.  Probably from spending a two days with Pops followed by a day at the pool with Mike.  But I blamed it on the pizza I made the night before it started.  Go figure.  Anyhow, I finally got a workout in last night.  I didn't do squats in fear of letting loose a torrent of fecal hell at an inopportune time.  Was a little afraid of the same effect from heavy benching, so I opted to blast my guns and titties.  Consisted of a bunch of DB bench, close grip bench, skull crushers, and a zillion curls.  I broke off enough toxins to nearly make me yack and my chee-chees are really sore, but didn't get much out of it beyond that.  Tomorrow I'm going to hump my tire into submission as punishment for the recent apathy.  In two weeks I'm going to Calgary, CA to spend five days learning to interpret cased hole logs and well formations.  Banff baby here I come!!!  Yall wanna go to Canada for a man trip?