My brother fired the AK-47 he got me for Christmas earlier this weekend. If I hadn't fired one almost identical to it a while back, I'd be jealous. Well, I still kinda am, since it's my rifle ("THIS IS MY RIFLE. THERE ARE MANY LIKE IT, BUT THIS ONE IS MINE.") and I still haven't had the opportunity to fire it. Oh well; my pops will be back in Texas come February, so my bro and I will head up to the Piney Woods and unleash leaden hell upon that poor tree on my uncle's property in between bouts of conversation and massive coffee consumption.

Everyone wish me luck that my car repairs won't cost me an arm and a leg, or worse.