I am now moving so fast, and talking so incredibly fast I am afraid someone is going to hand me a diagnosis of some kind.
I went out last night with a friend. Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration, she hung out in the car with me while I ran errands. 10:30 last night we finally rolled into an all night grocery store and bought something for dinner. Went back home and watched Slumdog Millionaire.
I kept listening to myself and thinking that I just had to SHUT UP!
Could I talk anymore or faster?
Boat inspected. All well except the flare gun doesn't open. As it is optional, no problem-o.
The engine guy called to ask where the prop is. Pretty sure it ended up in storage. Blasphemous language.
He found a fix.
The poor man got my hyperactive negative response when said we would be launching tomorrow.
I. Don't. Thinksohoney.
Sling that sucker in.
Heading up tonight and I'll be off the air for a bit.
Have a great time everyone!