After seven days of swimming pools, beaches, sweating through every single shirt I brought, and a whole lot of eating and drinking, I’ve come home from Mexico sunburned, fatter, and somewhat relaxed.

Which bodes well, considering the veritable self-inflicted shit storm of tasks and assignments I’ll likely heap upon myself over the next few days and weeks, which includes numerous things to write for my own brog, baseball-related crap, and other outlets, and the hundreds of photos between Disney and Mexico that I’ll gradually be chipping through and attempting to get up sooner rather than later.

But the tequila in Mexico was cheap, as well as this awesome Psychosis luchador mask to add to my collection of lucha libre masks.  Overall, I cannot complain about much, and within coming days and weeks, I’ll likely have a lot of stories and things to write about it.