Cinco de After.

It's Friday and my workday is melting away relatively slowly, but that's ok seeing as the weekend starts at 3:00. I have very limited plans for this weekend, all's I know is I want to grill some salmon with cucumber dill sauce to go with my aforementioned fried cheese grits this evening. Knowing me, some kind of Jamaican lager will be involved in my let-loose Friday night. Sounds good to me, and you? Eh, who cares what you think? It's MY party and I can cry if I want to.

I'm still waiting for Justin to make his first move in our newly formed chess playing ritual. I made the risky, yet well-thought out first move of pawn to e3. Dangerous, I know. I was going to start with pawn to e4, but that would have been ludicrous and sloppy. I'm still a tool, I know.

Anyways, that's all for now, as I'm about to go eat some lunch and watch the clock do it's dead-on imitation of molasses.

Peace, Love, & Afropicks,

- Eric.