David Lee Roth, circa 1981, would be proud...

The in-laws are here, and I'm on another lost weekend. I might have to make the wife drive the next few days. Fucking hell...

Had a lovely buffet for lunch in the gray chill today, in which I promptly loaded up on delectable crab cakes. Perhaps I loaded up to an unnecessary extreme, but fuck; it's a buffet, right? Right. No harm, no public foul. 'Twas a marvy time.

It's 9:00 EST on a Sunday night. Shirts are starched and ironed, dishes and laundry are done, a good bit of the paper remains, but we're only in the third inning of game 2 (Go-Go Sox!)and I've got a few beers left. A few...