Hash Bash

OK, I'm not a rabid U of M fan, but dammit they're all I've got. I survived the last week on here by keeping my head down and taking the abuse, quietly. I sucked it up, endured the taunts, shredded the articles left on my desk, slipped under my cabin door and posted on the walls in every compartment on the ship. I even ignored the taunts over the radio.

Today, a few kind souls wished me luck against Oregon so I thought the abuse was over. I broke out a Maize and Blue tank top I stole from PW months ago, to use as a workout shirt. I hung it from the bookshelf above my monitors and yeah, that was a mistake. By kick-off time, some bastard had desecrated my shirt and all four of my monitors with Appalachian State signs.

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The cold I've been hiding from snuck up from behind and clubbed me in the head, today. Tomorrow, I will look like the guy next to me. Correction-the guy who was next to me. He last about an hour and is now bed-ridden.

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Supplies were delayed, again. No fresh veggies today. Maybe tomorrow we will take her alongside and get the goods.

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The love bugs have multiplied and are once again, everywhere. Got one in my coffee this morning. Make that two, of course.

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I had tuna fish sandwiches for breakfast this morning. Due to the lack of supplies, the tuna fish was made with diced, raw potato as a filler. Oddly, it was fucking awesome and I had three sandwiches.

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I've been watching the real-time scoreboard for the MI/Oregon game and it looks as if Michigan is taking the lay on your back and expose your belly route this season. I'm contemplating pulling the damn shirt down.