Why? Why would you do that to yourself?
Laura and I awoke at noon today. We were out till 3:30 last night with friends. There was a drunk girl...she threw up... we had discussions about the regional difference in dialect when speaking Spanish...we talked about how Tom Brady's QB rating should increase in Madden when he's in the playoffs. We had an in depth discussion about (this is Nick's point of view) how there is no "genetic factor" in athletics. His premise was that anyone that was a given size could be the best in their respective athletic event if they had the drive, coaching, and passion for what they were doing. I think it's utter bullshit. We never did come to any conclusions.
So back to the title of this entry... So when Laura and I woke up and it felt like someone was hammering a nail into my forehead we both swore off drinking... Yeah, well we just had a tequila shot and are on our way out. Speaking of which... I have to go.
Maybe I'll write something fun and entertaining when I get back.
Oh yeah,... we cleaned the house for 3 hours this morning. Not fun.