Ham Fisted

So as many of my comment buddies pointed out yesterday/today, my left hand does indeed look like I ate too much friggin' ham. The hand continues to look like the hand of a bloated, river fetched corpse and feels about as good. I ditched riding tonight, even though I could have since I do at least have function of my digits. But, work was a bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbeottttttch with an extra helping of miscommunication, incompetence and apathy (the apathy would be me). Did you ever get the feeling that your "career"/sanity was hanging on by a thread?? Yeah, me too.

Glad I didn't want to ride tonight, because my whole leave work at 5 P.M. routine was thrown off due to the above mentioned miscommunication, incompetence and apathy. I didn't get to the W.O. until roughly 5:50. Given my hand, my sanity, etc., I saw a million reasons to justify having a few Dogfish Head Indian Browns (A.K.A. The Best Beer In The World). I could not love a human baby as much as I love that beer. Oh, wait that's my Italian made whale bone hair brush that I'm that in love with. Also made another attempt at perfecting my whole wheat pasta with grilled chicken and vegetables. All was good.

Might try to hit some dirt tomorrow with my one good hand and my one good ham. I will be attaching a bug sprayer to the bars of the Mamasita and riding in a haze of insect repellent so as to show the f*cking bees, wasps, hornets, and no see'ums who the f*ck is boss! Dirty bastards!

Is it wrong that it's 8:35 and I'm ready for bed?

Later.

p.s. 10 days until the Big Show. I'm geeked!!!!!!!!!!!