Toast and Consequences

Our hero battles the stress test to a draw

You either die a hero or live long enough to learn how to make truly amazing scrambled eggs.

I keep meaning to write an essay about the merits of 90s Motörhead, and their arguable creative apex before a gradual decline into workmanlike rehash of their signature tropes.  And I want to show off some more of my weird rare UK games from that big expensive haul I got earlier this year, the odd little TI 99/4A cassettes almost totally lost to time.

You know, that real relatable hot-button shit that pulls in the subscribers.

But I should probably update you on how that stress test went.  They called today and said everything was fine.  There’s no change in my routine or medication and no further testing is needed.  That’s good!

During the stress test itself, I got on the treadmill, they put it on an incline and started it, and I felt like I was gonna shit my pants and die within maybe forty seconds.  Not so good!