Deep Hurting

No way to get out a blog post last Friday and here's why.

I spent all day in meetings at school. That shouldn't be much of a big deal but you've obviously never sat and listened to people attempt to screw up something so simple. I don't even really feel like recounting the whole ordeal. It makes my head hurt.

So after that we attempted to sell my wife's Jeep. We were still just dating when I went with her to purchase it so I figured it would be hard. The only hard thing was driving 30 minutes towards the Busch River and having the guy who wanted to buy it from us repeat himself over and over and over. He must not get many visitors.

Then a quick bite at the Double T. Quick with three kids means about an hour and a half but there were no injuries just full stomachs and that's all you can hope for.

By that point we put everyone to bed and I decided to crack open a special bomber of Clipper City's Imperial Octoberfest and enjoy a bad movie. But I can't just watch a bad movie by myself so I had to watch it with Joel and three robots.

Mystery Science Theater 3000 presents: Hercules Against the Moon Men

What a great old show. You take really bad films and record dialogue around it just like you'd crack wise with you and your friends if you watched such garbage.

I didn't get to the end though, not like it matters. After the second Octoberfest at 9% each I nodded off with ease.