Well, things are rapidly going into soap opera territory on the Nexus.
Now I'm having meaning assigned to my words where none was stated by me. Fun stuff. I guess some people still haven't figured out I mean what I say by and large - incidents of eloquently calling someone's lineage into question notwithstanding.
But, my Saturday is looking up. Got awoken this morning from my favorite DD pillows by the delivery of a box from Abilene, Texas. Inside was ten, twenty round carbine mags. (caught a hell of a sale - some days I love the internet)
Twenty rounds, of course, being the proper capacity for an autoloading rifle or carbine mag. Thirties are just too damned long; and the twenties have the added bonus of catering to my OCD. One box of ammo = one magazine. Win and more win. Don't even get me started on forties, drums, and those new Surefire quad-stack monstrosities.
Almost makes it worth getting woken up. Almost. Since now I'm no longer in sleepy-land where I can pretend to be dead for awhile.