For the record, that’s what this bird is: a chicken. Those of you calling her a duck are wrong. Now post more chickens.
I stayed up how late/early to watch whaaaa? Good grief, F1. Drivers should be required to do a little dance or juggle fire or something if they leave their cars early. At least Sebring’s tomorrow. 12 HOURS OF CONTINUOUS RACECARS. ON A TELEVISION. RACING. LOTS OF PORSCHES. LOUD NOISES. Excellent.
Until Sebring fires up tomorrow morning, I could use a unicorn chaser, and by “unicorn,” I mean chicken. Please, post chickens.
I’m not going to get any sleep this weekend because race car. Everything’s ever-so-nicely staggered time-wise that I might get a nap in, or I might not. So much going on this weekend. Sleep? Sleep is for the weak. Let me tell you this: was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? NO. NOW GET BACK IN THERE AND MAKE MORE COFFEE.
And POST. MORE. CHICKENS!
(Roosters are good, too.)