Rumblin' bumblin' stumblin'

Sigh, biggest payout ever in my Weds. night poker game. 7 left, 4 pay, and I'm chip leader. Then the wax melted. No money for the Head.

Teleconferenced a few whiskies with the Ash-hole when I got home. Woke up hard today. Not necessarily hungover, just fuzzy. While at work I couldn't remember if I brought Nacho in before I left home. Like the "Did I leave the oven on?" it stuck in my melon all morning. So I went home at noon and, yes, I did bring Nacho in.

Christ, is it bottom of the barrel here recently or what?

Somebody inspire me. Or Hot Rod, you should post.