My fabs are sore from all the laughing. My voice is about smoked from yelling and smoking so much. I'm starving because I haven't ate anything in 10 minutes. I'm drinking a beer because I need to at this point. I'm not sure if my toilet or my dog is more upset with me. I keep remembering bits and pieces of conversations after dark and bursting out laughing. Practicing how I'm going to react when my kids get home, as I'm pretty sure my last few days "usual" wouldn't go over well. I'm also pretty sure that I'm gonna fucking die if I don't get that pizza recipe before the sun goes down! My wife is gonna be pissed if she ever finds out I used her wooden spatchala (or however the you spell it) in the shower.
