Slowly.. falling.. apart

Ripped open another big hole in my palm, same as last year. Hopefully this time I can cowboy up and just cope. Instead of playing around with friction-tape and broken bits of superglued skin, I think I'll just give it some bag-balm and keep tuggin'.

I've got a ridiculous butt-cramp that won't stretch out, and a nice latticework of cuts and bruises all over. The cramp probably has something to do with Bob putting a curse on the funnypants I'm wearing, but the rest is a mystery.

But at least I got to see an old guy fall into the Sound. Old + Beer + Water = Hilarity. Instead of climbing into a boat with his friends, an old drunk decided that he'd just fall into the sound and let them pull him aboard the boat instead. A bunch of us were sitting down in the hold when Boy Genius whispered "Man Overboard... I.. think?" through the emergency-hatch. We BOLTED out of there and ran onto the dock to assist, but the old guy was already being fished out by his family/friends. So we did the decent thing and stood around laughing.