there will be a fish

So, remember how I joined a soccer team? I went to my first practice with them on Wednesday, which was good fun -- my endurance is wretched, but my ball skills have not atrophied as much as I feared, and the teammates I met all seem very nice and out for a good time. They also seem delighted to have me, so that's good for the ego.

I had forgotten, though, just how much more it hurts the second day after. OH MY GOD. I went for a test run on our front steps (there are three) after waking up, and the first one nearly defeated me, which is awesome considering that my ENTIRE JOB consists of running up and down stairs all day. Good times lay ahead.

Of course, the significant amount of tequila I drank at my friend's going-away party last night probably haven't helped.

Just a theory.

I have things I could say about last night's SPN, but I'm still neck-deep in that stupid shot breakdown, so instead, a Very Important Poll -- coincidentally also having to do with shots, but the different, more fun kind.

( you see, I'm torn )

[Poll #1488045]