I’ve always wanted to quote Danny Glover.

After all the drinking and traveling over the last couple weeks, I finally got settled back into “normal” life in austin. As I previously mentioned, I had a couple indoor games on the new turf, which I still hate but have started to come to terms with, and by the time the weekend started, I was unbelievably sore. I mean, old man “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” kinda shit. It hurt everywhere: my knees, shins, ankles, even the dreaded achillis tendons, which caused me to stop playing soccer for an entire year when I was 18. But what better way to nurse the pain than to run 3.2 miles on concrete? We ran the Race for the Cure and took home our weight in zone bars. Then later that day, I played another soccer game and finished off the night with a trip to Wurstfest. Everyone should go to Wurstfest. It’s like a party for people who were too lazy to make it out for Octoberfest. And I’m one of those people, so it’s a perfect opportunity for me to give my thanks to the germans that moved to south texas/north mexico and helped create tejano music. So somehow I’m finally back in Austin, but my house gets nastier by the day, since I’ve barely been there. I’m sure I had something interesting to say when I started this post, but now it has digressed into a bunch of complaining. I’l stop now.