Fourth of July

I am going to attempt to make a valiant effort at updating this blog thing. Will it happen? That I do not know.
Anyhow, here's the dealio.

My liver hates me. It really, really does. I had too many beers at my parent's house for the Fourth and because age is catching up with me, I am still paying for it. Although, a return trip to Old Chicago's last night probably didn't help.
With Miranda gone I've had to find ways to kill time. It mostly goes like this:
Drink a beer.
Play World of Warcraft.
Drink another beer.
Scour the kitchen for a snack - find nothing.
Drink another beer instead.
Play more WoW.
Decide playing Wow makes you nerdy; drink another beer to soften the ego blow.
Scour the kitchen again - no snacks have magically appeared.
Drink another beer.
Maybe another.
Decided WoW has gotten the best of you and leave computer to lay on the couch.
Put on reruns of the A-Team and fall asleep.
Repeat as necessary.

That's how life is.
On a different note, I'm hungry and it's not lunch time yet.
Come on noon.
I'll be back later today.
Live the Dream.
All of you.