Blog of Billy

Last night, in honor of both CB becoming strangely irresistible to the ladies, and Doug leaving a very long message to tell me that he signed me up to tutor a friend of his, Chris and I retired back to my place for an evening not of beer-cheese-MacGyver, but of scotch and Transformers. Yes, we are moving up in the world. We drank lightly of a Speyside scotch called Speyburn, a rather sweet nip of whiskey with a light honey flavor and warm finish which complemented well the chicken taquitos and salsa, giving even more life to Hot Rod's discovery of his destiny and the power of the Matrix of Leadership. It's enough to make me happy to rearrange furniture.

I leave in about 3 hours for round 1 of 4 with the dentist. I'm displeased, and will probably be hurting for most of the rest of the day if not the week.

The perfectly polished world begins to dull so quickly after we stop looking at it and start trying to live in it.