Heat Stroker.

This weekend I piled some friends and me in my lil' Cobalt and drove to St. George for a softball tournament.  Games started at 10pm and lasted until 10am.   Balls.   I didn't sleep all night, ate a hamburger at 4am, played Egyptian Rat Screw and Texas "fold" 'em until wee hours in the morning.   My legs kind of feel like they are going to fall off and I got a gnarly fever on the way home.

Laughed a lot.
Played a lot.
Slept a little.
Had a blast.

Glad to be home, though, because my body is hating life and in need of some serious recovery.