Day 2. The score was briefly 6-7. It went unnoticed. The world is healing.

Still playing volleyball. How much volleyball can there be?

I got the Wordle in 5.

I wait for the next round alternating between reading the Vonnegut book I brought and looking at guitars online like the insufferable bore I am. I’m eating Ritz™️ cracker sandwiches. Life is weird.

A week? Damn, Ken Jennings. You got restraint.

Quaid Army

Three strikes and I'm out!!

I will push this bike over or die trying.

They didn’t want it being racially profiled. It will return to the menu as Skillet Slop very soon and I wait with anticipation.

Talking trash to a WWE Hall of Famer. Love to see it.