I Need to Pee Just a Little Bit, But Not Enough to Make Me Go Now

Daulton had a headache today.
I wore sexy Euro-style underwear today, but Anna didn't notice.
I had to call the electrician to fix a bedroom light fixture in Velma's apartment.
I was bored tonight, so I was checking out my Comcast "On Demand" options and decided to watch "Wanted." Stupid, stupid movie.
The right side of my head itches.
Now my left ear canal itches.
Now my right ear canal itches.
There is this wedding thing tomorrow. I don't want to go.
There's a haunted house tomorrow too. I don't really want to go to that either.
All I really want to do is get a chance to spend a little while focused on deer hunting. I think next week I will start doing a little hunting in the morning before I have to come back to the office. I guess the issue will be what I do if I shoot a deer. I guess I'll just have to deal with that little problem when it arises.
It would be so nice to be able to have a freezer full of venison again and not have to buy anymore red-meat for a year.
I'm wearing red shorts over my sexy boxer-briefs. The shorts allow me to concentrate on things besides my own sexiness.
The beard is making a reappearance. I need to get a haircut soon, or I'll look like a wild man.
Anna has been a little sick the past couple days. You should feel sorry for her. Not only is she sick but she's married to a sicko as well.
I keep forgetting to replenish the fridge with my supply of AriZona Pomegranate Green Tea. Why must my favorite beverages always be lukewarm? I lead a deprived life.
Daisy has been chewing on the recliner legs. Anna had me put hot sauce on them to deter that activity. I haven't seen her chew on them since. I don't know if she tried after I put the hot sauce on or if the smell was enough to halt her mastication.
I love death metal. Is there a more perfect form of musical expression? I posit that there is not.
This is not to say that I do not love other forms of metal. I also enjoy black metal, doom metal, gothic metal, symphonic metal, industrial metal, and metalcore.
I do not however love glam metal or hair metal or any other '80s iteration of the metal genre.
Ironically, I have two favorite bands, and neither of them can even remotely be described as death metal. Heck, one band isn't even really metal at all. It just goes to show how musically open-minded I really am.
You know what I don't really enjoy? The overuse of blast-beats. Sure, it sounded cool once. Now be creative.
Go listen to some metal. It'll do your heart good.
(Honestly, I'm just blabbing because I don't have much to say about today, and this post felt too short.)
People who read this blog: Person from Spain
Person from Spain is fortunate. They get to speak Spanish without incurring any negative stereotypes about education, gangster activity, work ethic, legal status, or number of offspring. Instead, Person from Spain just stabs giant bovine with sharp pokey instruments for the amusement of other people from Spain. Person from Spain, has in fact probably been gored by a bull several times. Heck, he likely enjoys it at this point. I bet he even does that crazy run with the bulls thing. Person from Spain also gets to enjoy the finest Ham in the world (or so I'm told). If Hemingway is any indication, Person from Spain spends all his time drinking wine from leather flasks and despises white men who pretend to be aficionados of bull fighting. Person from Spain is also fortunate to be able to speak a romantic language without it being French (everyone hates the French). Person from Spain probably cannot escape the ladies. He most assuredly found this blog in his attempts to learn how to be as great a love machine as I. Alas, I do not share my secrets with the world.