I spent an entire day with max attached to my shoulder. After twelve straight hours and three complete cloths changes I am ready for a maxectomy. Liza just got home and he’s asleep on my chest so I’m going to carry him to his bed and finish typing with both fingers.
Lessons learned yesterday in no particular order. Bowling pace should never be applied to shots. Never trust someone who tells you a shot is “really good, trust me”. I have never given Sammy proper respect for being able to throw the ball past the arrows on the fly; it is much harder that I thought. Always make alternate driving arrangements. Never go to a party alone if you have no real ability to carry on a conversation. And the final lesson of last night, don’t drink and type. I was going to post what I saved but I think it’s in a different language. It seemed so profound at the time that I passed out with a sense of satisfaction. Ok I’ll share the opening lines.
So of the friends come some people that cross paths make up your soul. When you are luck friends never leave but make up People don’t realize how the smallest kindness for absolutely no reason at all or with no ulterior motive can change people forever.
The only line worth a shit in the whole thing is the last one. I didn’t really finish the thought but I really like the direction it was headed:
So live your life as if you were a character on TV and everything you do is being evaluated by others for their own reasons and from their own perspectives.
9:58:40 PM 
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