December 2008
Mortal blow to storage unit - grudgingly ditched all 300 lbs of the steel warehouse desk. Went with a dime sized patch of thumb-knuckle skin
Still stinging from my 45-degree roof slide, neutered satt dishes mock my grit burns and wrench shaped bruise. Poor pocket placement.
Spied @DrCrypt playing Ikaruga earlier. It’s him I blame, hours later, for my blistered thumbs and crushed soul. Indescribably still fun.
Waking the cat to move the (preserved) frog to gut load the crickets to feed the reptiles. Entire food chain excited just to be here.
