Meander a moment with me

My face has broken out like I'm 13 years old all over again. I'm glad I'm not 13, but I'm not glad that I look like a Neutrogena before and after waiting to happen.

My camera is stuck in Cheyenne for the next 10 days til D gets back from DC. Otherwise, you'd have pictures of my weekend. They include steers and bulls and a bar, but not steers and bulls in a bar. That would have been a REALLY interesting picture ...

I drank too much this weekend. All weekend. And now I feel perpetually queasy.

If I can ever lose this danged layer of flab, I think there are some nice-looking abs developing underneath it, which makes me happy. Until I remember that I have a layer of flab hiding my almost yay-worthy abs. That makes me not so happy.

Tomorrow night is "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince." There's so much 'yay' wrapped up in that simple statement that it cannot be conveyed in a mere blog post.

I'm back to classical music while I work, after a long hiatus of Trapt. Staind, Red, Linkin Park and other much-heavier worktime ear candy. It's a soothing transition, actually. Seems I need to feel soothed lately.

These are my boxing gloves, if they're in stock. And if they're not, I'll wind up with these.