It’s finally over. The buying, the driving, the hoping they like your gift that you know they probably don’t want or need but Flying Spaghetti Monster be damned they are gonna take it and like it. I’ve been hungover for most of the day. I woke up at 8am still drunk from the Woodford Reserve last night. I had scrawled words in permanent marker across my stomach. I did not write on myself. I’m not 18 anymore and I’m paying for it now.
I got to play with the GoPro some more. I realized I need a few batteries for it if I’m gonna take this fishing. Fun little camera though. I should have a trip report on Friday night, first time the GoPro is going on an epic adventure or something to the effect of freezing my ass off in the hopes that I hook into a fish that will make it all worth it.
Merry Xmas folks.