Well I got a hair cut, lifted for about 45 minutes, cleaned my raggedly ass car, washed my jeans, and made friends with a small, very shy dog.
I had forgotten to get milk bones my last couple of times to the store, but I remembered this time. She came over a little and a little patience and sitting still, along with a generous milk bone offering did the trick.
Oh yeah. Some guys were playing with a blowgun and I huffed a dart into a styrofoam target. They invited me to watch UFC but I'm like 20 years older than them. Plus they were gonna probably get high and I can't do that right now.