A solid night for myself.. I found out I had the wires crossed on my Fez Panda II and my usb cable.. I decided to celebrate with Archer and some drinks (instead of the gym). I hit the 'Box and what do I hear from Woody? Yeah, his father passed away the prior Saturday from a series of strokes of unknown origin.

Fuck.

Really? Here I was prattling on about my achievement over the dreaded Fez Panda II, and all the while this guy.. this buddy.. has lost his dad.

Fuck me.

Woody recanted the whole tale and I felt worse each part of the story that went on. I flipped a mental coin to know if I wanted to tell him that - while his shit sucked here's my corollary of suckitude... some times the coin flip won.. sometimes it lost.

What an ass I made. The ass'ining lessened with more alcohol, but really?

Fuck.