Went to Ottawa with the youngling over the weekend and Dave Barnhardted the hell out of it. You know what I’m talking about. Used reward points for the room, rental car and gas. Used a gift card for the DQ. Used a bathroom tug job for extra butter on my Leafs game popcorn. It was mostly a terrific time. Even the muscle burn from upwards of 38 minutes of low intensity old man skating felt good. Maybe I should exercise more. Or maybe I should vodka more. Tough call.
My space bar has failed me.
Try to ignore the pube on the Alt and the dead skin on the N. Let’s really focus on the… mayonnaise? tears and onion salt? melted cheese? It’s definitely food that lies beneath the broken space bar, but God only knows whether it’s more of a fridge or pantry item. Anyway, I’m saving up to replace the keyboard. Two weeks sans bagels should do it, which means I’ll be tapping away on this piece of shit for a few more years. Ah well, who needspace barswhen you’vegotalcohol.Fuck.