I arrived at casa de
hightensile and mindslide about ten minutes ago, which puts my arrival at 8:54 PM. I left at 4:13 PM from work. That's a four-and-a-half hour drive, which normally takes me about 2 hours and change. Kit wisely pried my fists apart from their clenched state and shoved a Leinenkugel's Apple Spice into one still-trembling-with-fear-and-rage hand. Apparently he had conspired via phone with hakeber and the consensus was that in order to speak English again I'd need some sort of booze.They weren't wrong.
I wanted to phone in at 7:55 that I was 25 miles from Madison and I'd seen two state cruisers in the ditch, but my cellphone sucks, so I didn't.
And now I'm here. I'm going to finish this beer and we're going to blow things up in Halo 2. Because if I don't inflict some video game violence, I'm going to explode.
