Special Ed? No, Just Handicapped.
One month remaining of this tour of duty. One month until I'll be able to hit the links every day for about 17 days before school starts. Playing Hockley Valley on Sunday reminded me how much I enjoy golfing on a beautiful course. Mind you, I didn't play very well, 50-46 with 2 triples on the front. But that didn't matter. A quick lesson is needed to smooth out the many small flaws in my swing and things will improve. I've begun keeping a handicap again, trying to remember the few scores I have from this year. I'm hoping to get it down to an 18 by the end of the summer. Seems realistic at this point.
These cycles at work are fucking annoying. Swings between being swamped in work and times like now, where I'm resorted to writing crappy blog entries to keep myself halfway-sane.
[looking at porn]
Err: Oh man, you gotta check this out.
Meatwad: Oh yeah baby, that's a neat car she's washing. You think that's a straight 6?
Err: I think I have a straight 6.
Inignot: Ooooo. Err, your sexual innuendo is priceless.
Oh, ATHF, you're so awesome.
These cycles at work are fucking annoying. Swings between being swamped in work and times like now, where I'm resorted to writing crappy blog entries to keep myself halfway-sane.
[looking at porn]
Err: Oh man, you gotta check this out.
Meatwad: Oh yeah baby, that's a neat car she's washing. You think that's a straight 6?
Err: I think I have a straight 6.
Inignot: Ooooo. Err, your sexual innuendo is priceless.
Oh, ATHF, you're so awesome.
