next to nothin' on my mind
It's good to be back in Huntington. It was nice in the mountains, but the driving irritates me. I'm from West Texas, so I like long, straight roads. None of this winding and down-shifting. It's too much like playing Gran Turismo and I hate that game.
And I'm not at all sure what is up with you, my dear readers. There was a day when I could write a post speaking ill of our Campaigner-in-Chief and get 50 comments from everybody and their dads within 48 hours. All I got this time was Hester, saying... well I'm not sure what Hester was trying to say, but I'm assuming he was in disagreement.
And for today, studying had to take a backseat to laundry. Luckily, I have Matt Chandler sermon/podcasts to keep me company during hours of folding, endless folding.
And I really got nothin' else. I did get the shortest haircut of my life yesterday. A no-guard faded into a 1-guard. That's an equation for no hair. But thanks to the wonders of stress-related hair loss (telogen effluvium), it was all falling out anyway, so there's not much net loss. But I look really tough. I have a small scar above my left ear - the origins of which are unbeknownst to me. But it contributes to the toughness. It's probably from a bar fight. Most of my scars of indeterminate origins are from bar fights. Or bull riding. Or duels.
Ok, now I really got nothing. I just thought it had been a few days, so I'd better put up a new post for you to not comment on.
Oh yeah, the Bar is in less than 3 weeks. Lovely. I think I'd better reserve my hotel room in Ontario. For July.
And I'm not at all sure what is up with you, my dear readers. There was a day when I could write a post speaking ill of our Campaigner-in-Chief and get 50 comments from everybody and their dads within 48 hours. All I got this time was Hester, saying... well I'm not sure what Hester was trying to say, but I'm assuming he was in disagreement.
And for today, studying had to take a backseat to laundry. Luckily, I have Matt Chandler sermon/podcasts to keep me company during hours of folding, endless folding.
And I really got nothin' else. I did get the shortest haircut of my life yesterday. A no-guard faded into a 1-guard. That's an equation for no hair. But thanks to the wonders of stress-related hair loss (telogen effluvium), it was all falling out anyway, so there's not much net loss. But I look really tough. I have a small scar above my left ear - the origins of which are unbeknownst to me. But it contributes to the toughness. It's probably from a bar fight. Most of my scars of indeterminate origins are from bar fights. Or bull riding. Or duels.
Ok, now I really got nothing. I just thought it had been a few days, so I'd better put up a new post for you to not comment on.
Oh yeah, the Bar is in less than 3 weeks. Lovely. I think I'd better reserve my hotel room in Ontario. For July.
posted by hoov, esq at 3:17 PM
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