This day is kicking my ass! Holy hell, I’m in danger of losing my hard-fought momentum to post something new each day. That would suck at this point, since I’m closing in on less than three months to go of a full year of daily posts.
But as I say, this day is beating the crap out of me as I run from meeting to meeting, and I’ll I can do is stand here and take it. If I’m going to get the crap beat out of me, I can think of so many more satisfying scenarios. They pretty much all involve Mitch Colby (no surprise).
So wish me luck that I can stumble across the finish line today, and forgive me if this is a little bit of a half-assed post for your reading enjoyment.
Sidelineland 
The next day you get your ass kicked, I hope the kicker has hair on his pecs. I hate days that just slowly drain the energy through a succession of petty irritations–much better to just flat out get punched in the mouth by a hot-tempered muscle stud!
Good luck bard! Here's hoping your fantasy will come true!