New Month

August already. I started out on a high point on the first, which made the second a bit of a bear. I found out some good news on Tuesday, which was cause for a celebration on Tuesday night. A few beers here, a few beers there, a dozen chicken wings(not really a good food to fill the belly and absorb beers), and couple more beers, and whiskey/coke, all make for a rumbly tummy and a rude headache the next day. I coulda swore that same fuckin donkey came in and kicked me in the head again on Tuesday night, but the wife claims she neither saw nor smelled any donkeys, so it must have been her that punched me in the head while I was sleeping and gave me that awful headache. So needless to say I didn't feel like having any beers last night. I even tried out this new thing that I read about on the internet the other day. Its called cardiovascular conditioning. The point of it is to do exercise that makes you sweat and gets your heart pumping. It's pretty much the polar opposite of beer drinking. I tried it out anyways. I rode the stationary bike for 30 minutes last night, in a garage with a temperature so high the devil himself would be jealous. I think I sweat out the remains of every beer that I have consumed in the last week. All to start over again at bowling tonight. One step forward, two steps back.