Doyled, the Morning After
This morning, no hangover! Maybe I'm still drunk. I'm not too hungry, and I think I peed for a solid two minutes ... maybe longer. My hiker attire is really starting to get rank. The shirt is holding up well enough. I've taken to writing the names of shelters and adventures on the back of the T-shirt as they happen. Doyled. That would have to go on the shirt. Ah, carbonated life form, you fool. D.C. presented me with a half-gallon spoon to celebrate Iron Masters.
The shorts are decomposing daily. --
Desiring
New
Attire