"I will karate-chop you in the ovaries"

Bah. Time doesn't just fly, it pulls a superman and shoots off at subsonic speeds. I tell you, the man that invents some sort of time-management device that allows me to actually freeze time, that man will instantly qualify as my new best friend.

So, dinner was fine. My parents and Teach's are similar, so there was no violence or anything. There was definitely an uncomfortable moment on my part when both sets of parents started talking about how great I was...yipe. Accepting compliments is hard for me to begin with - I don't know why, but old people giving them makes it worse somehow.

The good news was that after dinner, I got to retreat to the Mexican's casa and play some 1-on-1 beerpong. The bad news is that for some reason, I lost badly every time I played, and apparently I'm quite chatty when I'm drunk. I believe that it will have no long-lasting impact, but I have suspicions that I may have mildly irritated Teach with my crazy-random stories and threats of martial arts mayhem to her reproductive organs. We shall see.

Work is hectic. I have a meeting with... well, I suppose he's the closest thing to a nemesis I have here at work. When we are in a room together, the air practically hums with ominous intent, so I guess he qualifies. There has been some sort of battle going on for years now, which has mutated so much that I bet neither one of us are really sure how it started, and now we just despise every facet of the other's being much like a lobster's relationship with a chicken. If you've never seen it, you should run out now and buy a live chicken and lobster (the dead ones don't react the same way surprisingly) and put them in a cage together. It's some sort of evolutionary grudge match, which starts with instinctual rage and degenerates into a terrible bloodbath. Not that lobsters really bleed that much, but you get what I'm saying here.

Dys