Dynamite (12.01.2021)

Did not sleep due to a combination of factors (whiny dog nobody else takes care of, commitment to watching all of Dynamite despite the FITE feed getting fucked up for several minutes during the main event, my period pouncing upon me out of nowhere (and by out of nowhere I mean my phone warned me it was about to start and I didn't believe it)), but it's still early enough in the work week that I'm feeling alright, at least aside from the parts where I still haven't seen the new episode of Hawkeye and I'm retaining every last drop of water that enters my body, blurg. I got the good painkillers, I am formulating vague plans to order something extremely cheesy for lunch (this is my only requirement), I actually managed a Darrow toplevel, I'm excited for Decembond since I skipped it last year (because the plague meant I got to see a bunch of classic Bonds in the theater in November and the itch was scratched), it's good! I'm good. Tired, but good.

My hand sanitizer smells like chocolate. It's tremendous.

( AEW Dynamite #113 )

Upon further reflection, I'm thinking something cheesy... and doughy. Yes good.