Take....these broken wings...

I was given the chance to shine like a Christmas bulb on the blitz tonight and I blew it. I attempted with my pal Tim - unsuccessfully I would add - to down a dozen wings in half as many minutes when doused in crazy hot sauce. Not a problem, I thought. Hot is relative, and it's simply a situation of mind over matter.

Not so.

I gave up about halfway through. I believe this shows some signs of character though, as I seem to know my true physical limits (or what the waitress labeled as "Gross").

Either way I don't hate life and I can accurately describe what defeat tastes like -- mainly because I didn't incinerate my tastebuds like the idiot I hoped I'd been.

...meanwhile I've rubbed my eyes I don't know how many times and wished I hadn't.

As always, T, thanks for the laughs and the company. 'Night, all.