I gotta find some red crocs.

As I sit here in my big gay neck brace of doom with what seems like countless hours of free time, I pine for the days of yore. I think about all the fun times I had while raiding, rep grinding, trolling trade (or even guild) chat and taking the time to make sure that Billy John Redneck got a good dose of New York fag humor which was woefully missing from his sad existence in East Jesus, West Virginia. I remember looking forward to raid nights the way a young boy would look forward to Christmas morning, eagerly hoping that Santa left the My Little Pony Ponyville Sweetie Belle's Gumball House Playset he simply couldn't live another day without. I recall with fondness those nights when after having one too many to drink at the bar, I'd come home to ride circles in Dalaran while being the drunk queen on vent...eventually landing in some guild run which would usually degenerate into nonstop fits of laughter (in my case giggling) as guildies slowly pried the details of my evening on the town out of my Bacardi Razz soaked brain.

While having all this free time at the moment it's easy for me to rationalize re-installing WoW and getting back into the grind. But then I remember that I'll be back to work in a week or two...and that I was never able to take the words of St. Thomas Aquinas to heart; everything in moderation. Plus I gotta have enough time for this guy: