My quadriceps and hamstring muscles have hurt like the dickens today. My only guess is that bull riding is to blame. The only problem with this theory is that I don't remember doing any bull riding recently. Or, ever, for that matter.
So, I must have been doing it in my sleep.
I found this article amusing. My (yet to be finished or published) novel is about a guy who falls in love with another of Britain's most crap towns -- Portsmouth.
Apparently Mt. St. Helen's is close to blowing up again, but who cares about that when the nation is facing a much greater crisis.
That Mt. St. Helen's thing, by the way -- Bill Clinton is to blame.
U.S. forces are paving the way for the 101st Disney Infantry. Send in Princess Jasmine Company!
Yipes: "According to the World Health Organization, about 45,000 people are murdered each year in Brazil."
That's nothing, however, compared to the 80,000 deer that are hit each year by Michigan drivers.
Grill! Broast! Grill! Broast! Grill! Blam.
Mmmm. Almost a week's worth of calories in one sandwich.
Here's what I was thinking about today: "Cop Rock." I don't know why I was thinking about it, but I was. Now you will be thinking of it, too.
Crazy peoples gots to stick together.
Strange but true fact: You cannot name your child Superman in Sweden.
Caffeine withdrawal is now a mental disorder.