So T. Ewart Figgity slept in like the giant mcgude he is and we weren't able to get any loko on before the grand football match of 1 pm - 3 pm. Lesson learned: don't even try to tackle John Cappel. Seriously, if you think you can, you're wrong. Just run away.
Drank Status: Still sober as a narcoleptic nun on a Sunday morning in Utah
Bod Status: John Cappel tackled me. So did Steve. So did several other people. It's been better. Breadbasket got rocked worse though.
Mood: Anticipatory
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