Man, these last few days off have been too perfect. Bought a new car on Monday (a black 2011 Ford Fusion), got to play with my kid every day this week, kicked some online ass in Super Street Fighter, got about five new video games, and the weather has been perfect so we've been able to enjoy the outdoors. On top of all that, I found the sacred porno of my youth (see my last post). Why are things so perfect? I'm afraid it's the calm before something terrible happens!