Two developments to report on:
First, I finally traded in my recent “looks like I’m too broke to get my hair cut” haircut for my more traditional “looks like I should be in the military killing people” haircut. The latter is far superior and commands much more respect. It also yields a lot of compliments. It turns out none of my friends had the cajones to tell me how bad it looked.
The second is my new loathing for the goddammed black shoes I bought in the summer. I’ve worn them before a couple of times, but apparently I never bothered to walk in them. After a half day wearing those things last week, my right foot developed the most awesome blister I’ve ever had. When popped, I’m pretty sure the jet of blister-juice went at least four feet straight up.
Sadly the blister on the other foot popped itself.
You just can’t win ‘em all.

That blister description just made me lose my lunch. You owe me $6.99 for a takhomasak of a chicken melt from Steak n’ Shake. Gross.
Sorry, Nobrainer’s Think Tank offers no refunds.
Thanks,
Management