I walked 11,158 steps/ 8.36 kilometers. I hurt my back at the gym. I was doing a back bridge. Right now, I feel pretty good because of the pain pill and Mike's Hard Lemonade. I also have a patch on the sore spot.

I do not expect my musings to be coherent. So this is how Hunter S. Thompson felt as he wrote. Gonzo blogger, yeah that's me!

Ha! I'm so @#$%! mundane.

The arrival of my period is not helping matters any.

I feel like a infinite number of drunken monkeys trying to produce the complete works of Shakespeare. Or at least an infinite number of armed rednecks.

Yeah.
Okay.
Whatever.
Nevermind.

Mamet.