Last weekend I was getting ready to head out and also online chatting. Because that’s how it is, my friends. Anyway I said “I should boogie,” and stopped. I then wondered, to my friend, when I had infiltrated the 70s and furthermore could I possibly go and put it back before anyone noticed.

Which was about when I ran a hand over my freshly trimmed beard and sent one tiny, very sharp, beard hair flying upwards. Unseen. Unknown. Until it landed directly in my left eye.

Well fuck. Ow. See also: OW!

So I cursed and sat there and cursed a bit more. And then I opened my eye to see if it was better. If, perhaps, the spear of hair had washed out.

And I opened my eye as I noticed the cat was on the desk. She turned around as I opened my eye. Perfectly timed. Because she managed to, as she turned, poke me in the left eye, squarely, with the tip of her tail.

ARGH!

Which is when I realized that I didn’t put the 70s back in time and ended up in a Chevy Chase skit from when he was still funny. God damn 70s.