Yeah, yeah. That's probably the lamest title for a blog post by me (or many people) in a very very long time. And you're talking about a guy who had a livejournal. No, I'm not giving the link. Although people know it...shiiiiiiiiiiit. But I really wanted to start things off with "Gettin' Up Kettle" in the vein of "Gettin' Up Late, Startin' Off Great" and "Gettin' Up Early, Startin' Off Surly," and in order to get the rhyme properly I pretty much had three options: the one above, Startin' Off Settle, which would erroneously (first time I wrote innocuously...am I drunk already? This is a bad sign. Erroneous, dogg. E-fucking-rroneous) imply that I was going to immediately play Settlers of Catan (come to think of it, that's not a bad idea), or a reference to the Yankee's third basemen of the 1970s, a man named Graig Nettles. Pronounced "Greg."
That obviously wouldn't do. Plus, this day really is about testing one's strength. I'm a little tired, frankly, and my stomach is still recovering from a buffalo chicken flatbread and an entire pint of Haagen Daas from last night at about 3:30 in the morning. Will I ever learn?
Well, no. No, I won't. But I'll persevere, and eat all the things. Oh boy oh boy.
Time to shower and head to CVS. Kettle Day commences...now!
Mood: Get this stomachache out of here.
Song: Little Lion Man- Mumford and Sons.
Funk: Yes.
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