If my head could spin any more it would plum just fall off.
We are officially, kind of, most definitely almost in the new shop. If it were up to me, we would sacrifice a goat and then have everything in there. Unfortunately, or fortunately if you are the goat, it’s not up to me. Rather father time has his finger on my pulse and will not let up.
In other news, the book of faces is actually cool. The fact that I can chat with someone from Chile and see all their photos and such, pretty much rocks. I am currently in conversation with a close friend I haven’t seen since 2005. Damn I miss that place.
Anyways, the middle east is in fire, it was cold but now it’s not so much. I haven’t ridden all week. Monkeys are still poor gifts and the world is flat. That’s the news.
Now if you will excuse me and I need to do some drinking.
P.L.andR.