This blog brought to you by . . . the number 100

I SO hate the number 100 right now. It's dreaded hatefulness can just plainout bite me.

Granted, I despise numbers as it is - the world is a great number conspiracy, if you wondered. For example, computers, they RUN on numbers. No wonder the machines will take over the earth one day.

I digress.

I've spent the last four weeks chasing 100, I got it once and crushed it to shreds. But, now, it is back and will not leave me in peace. All I want is a teeny, sweet 99. I'm willing to barter, beg, connive, steal, threaten, and throw stuff to get my 99. Or even better a 98.

I'm right there with ya' Phil. Hang in there buddy, just watch out for malicious hospitality tents.