Hot Night

I return from trivia night all flushed with victory. The foam WWE belt is ours for a week. I think I'll wear it next week when I'm running the thing. I have no idea if I'll ever see any of the 35 bucks worth of grocery store gift certificate our mottled crew won, but that's hardly the point. If filthy lucre is what I was really after, I'd go for a surer bet with my time. I just like knowing we won. It's all ego, pure and simple. Time for book then sleep.