Gonna drink some beer, make some Chili Beef (recipe upon request), and watch the Passion of Terrell Owens. My apartment is filled with the smell of fresh laundry--and that soothing scent actually comes from the laundry I did this morning, not from the can of Febreeze in my bathroom.
It's a beautiful day out, blue skies, breeze rattling the shades. Have an article almost done, and I started a long post that grew too depressing so I tabled it for another day, maybe one when it's raining. Played poker with friends last night, had fun, lost a few bucks, drank a lotta Yuengling.
Wish I had more to write about. But not really. Nice day out. Football on TV. Beer. This'll do.
Actually, if a beautiful day, football and beer isn't enough to keep you happy, read this
, as I just did. Made me feel guilty, and mad, and grateful.