the best old-timey name for a woman's legs:

gams

Glory Days. They’ll pass you by. Glory days.

So last night was a Thursday, and I went out drinking. A pretty common occurrence over the last 6 years or so... the difference now being that I have to go to work when i wake up in the morning.

It seems that Drunk Tim is growing up because after my evening of pints followed by d-mailing I not only had the sense to set my alarm, but to also set the coffee maker – no small feat considering that it not only involves setting, but also filling with water and coffee grinds.

Hootenany.

son of a biscuit!

so i just broke a coffee mug.

this wouldn't be that big of a deal except that by breaking that mug, i have depleted my coffee mug supplies by 50%.

dammit.