I’ve had sprained ankles and strained joints and pulled muscles from playing basketball, but having a cut on your inner lip has got to be one of the most frustrating basketball-related injuries ever.  You can’t eat, you can’t drink, you can’t do all the other things you want to do.

And it’s not getting any better!  I’ve thought about getting a mouth guard before, but this thing is really pushing me over the fence.  And that medicine I’ve been coating it with is getting me to drool all over the place!  As if I weren’t being hassled enough!

But yes, I’m still balling tonight.

I’ve never been a fan of fancy cars.  I mean sure, I appreciate a Bentley as much as anyone, but I don’t really care much for whatever I drive.  I figure as long as it gets me where I need to go with air conditioning then I’m good.  You could put me in an rv towing truck or a broken down jeep, and it’s all good.

I do have this thing about building my own car, though.  From the ground up.  The GF thinks it’s crazy, but I think it’s maybe a month at an auto-mechanic’s shop class and a lot of spare parts.  I’ll probably try build a BMW.  Hey, the Germans did it.