Work was, once and always, something I do in lieu of being wealthy. The evening was spent playing some Skyrim with JediBoy, all the while arguing over the definition of 'back-seat driver'. The late evening was spent playing pickup hockey with a beer/Tylenol chaser.
I did my best to avoid it, but I know my subconscious was churning over the GameCube Portable - imagining all of the other scenarios that could go very, very wrong.
So, the usual.
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