cubistic

So, went down to my standard Fourth tradition last night out on the rugby field, and was having a good time... Then, all of a sudden, a mortar shell flew accross the field and hit me in the face. Ow. Though, I guess I'm just lucky as hell, as it hit me right in the cheek bone, so if the shell had been just a quarter inch higher, it would have almost certainly taken out my eye.

Oh, also, Las Vegas was pretty sweet. Lost some money, but that's kind of the way it goes, eh?