Drink: Buffalo Trace
I have been helping friends move all weekend and am finally watching last night’s game. Having a glass of bourbon, sitting in a chair, and watching basketball is about the greatest thing right now. Not even the 2012-13 Bulls can screw up this bliss right now. Well, that is a lie, but whatevs. I will settle for anything at this point.
These words are being written much later than those which preceded them. I attempted to take notes, but my comatose state is refusing to cooperate with the observational and analytic process. I saw Rip Hamilton get hurt. That was stupid. Then he came back on the court at the end of the game. Swell. The game was entertaining and the Bulls won. Neat. They are back above .500! Huzzah.
In fifth grade, my class had an assignment where we had to review a TV show. I chose the Simpsons and my paper was better than this post. Moving is dumb. Goodnight.