He crouched silently behind the tree, scanning the open spaces between scattered derelict barrels, dirty tractor tires jutting weirdly from the ground, and haphazard logs. The steady patpatpat of pressurized guns came from all directions. Suddenly the slim cover, peppered by a hail of incoming fire, became a liability; it was time to move.
So, somehow I got roped into a paintball game on Saturday. Never done it before, but it should be fun anyway. There’s going to be over a dozen of us on a few acres at a reserved paintball area, but I don’t really know much else. Hah.
Well, I went to an airshow with my girlfriend this weekend. While the airshow itself was somewhat boring compared to the one I saw when I lived near Fairchild, it was at least interesting. Not every day you see jets flying around. Though I could do with something to drink other than $2 lemonade. After that, I got to entertain her cousin and a few of his 11-year-old friends. That’s where some of my pain comes from. Maybe if I were in better shape, I could keep up with them, but for now, they ran me ragged. Oddly enough, I seemed big enough to simply toss them away like bugs when they kept rushing me. I’ll have to think about why that is, considering I stopped growing when I was 13. I knew I was big for my age back then, but geez.
Yeah, that’s right; I’m talking about you. Yes you right there, sitting on your lazy ass reading this. You know what? This country was founded on some pretty amazing fundamentals that are hard to ignore. What am I babbling about? Put the damn remote down and pay attention for a couple minutes and stop acting like a media zombie while I expound on something you obviously don’t have the intelligence to comprehend anyway.
So, I’ve put up a new rant inspired by poor Becky’s Live Journal escapades. I’ve been meaning to write this for a year, so if any of you take this personally, you’ve got more issues than I do.
Doctor says my tennis elbow is basically gone. But in its place, I’ve developed a touch of radial tunnel due to the exercises and things I’ve been doing to get rid of the tennis elbow. I just can’t win, can I? My bronchitis is essentially gone, and the weather is getting better, so I have very few rights to complain other than that. So I won’t. I’ll just enjoy the rest of the night and read a couple chapters in my latest book before I go to bed.