Started with waking up at 2pm. So good to sleep in, and be off of work.
Did some stuff around the house, hopped online for a bit, then proceded to do somemore stuff around the house.
Ate dinner. BBQ chicken and mashed taters (it was going to be baked potatoes, but those bastards talked so much smack it was beyond my control as to what happened next)
Went to sisters house to collaborate upon what i should do when i get to bring my little boy up here, then went to homie's house and schooled him in a bunch of games as we ripped and copied cds/dvds.
On my way home, I stopped by my favorite bar to get -a- beer and lo and behold who do i see. A midget, sitting in my favorite chair. So i politely asked him to move and a couple of people giggled and he said no. I told him to look me in the eye when he talked to me and he stood up on the chair. I was scared.
How the hell do you fight with a midget?
So i kicked the chair! and he fell three stories to his death. I drank my beer with a smile on my face and a waitress at my side, telling me how he had been shorting people on tips all night.
So then i get pulled over on the way home, the cop asks me to step out of the car. I did, and he asked, have you been drinking? I told him the truth, that i had had one and i'd be more than willing to take a breathalizer. He said ok and got it out of his car, and i passed with flying colors. Then i pulled the random blood sugar moniter out of my car and asked to prick his finger. He asked why and i said, "Cause i wanna know if you've been eating donuts." He laughed and then gave me one of those "get the hell out of here or i'm going to arrest you looks and got into his car and left. So then i got home, got bit by the raging chihuahua guard dog we have, fell in the dark and slammed my head on the coffee table.

What a day! dream that is! Entertained.
You can thank me later!
Wonderbread