yowsers. as in more than one, or plural, if you will and you should because it's only proper. it's nearing the two o'clock hour in the pm and i'm just getting started today. afternoons have been my mornings for the past month. i decided, as per my weekly ritual, to spend my sunday evening potbellied up to the bar, in the chair i've already proclaimed as mine, at the Blind Pig in creepily small downtown Champaign. plus, when the bartender is Jason and you can have some major influence on what gets played on the ol' stereo just spells out a good time. on a side note, bar beer seems to be more powerful than beer store beer. PBR is PBR?! i think not. after 4 or 5 i transformed into a little loopy loo. i wish i were latin. do you get that or...?
i maintain my stance on the peeber. i still feel kinda loopity. i have to get going though because i told Jason's soon-to-be brother-in-law that i'd be a werewolf in his movie today. should be fun. just imagine a little man running around campus in a hairy wolf mask with some eau de PBR going on. good times.