I wish I were hunting.

I've been sitting in the office for going on 5 hours listening to punk music and indexing a discovery response. It sucks. After viewing Seamus' new pig-hunting device, I have to say that I would much rather be sitting in a stand, drinking beer and waiting for a feral pig to show up. Even better, I'd rather be bushwhacking a ravine searching for the aforementioned pig.

In the alternative, I wish I were cycling the Davis Mountain Loop. I'd like to end up at Balmorhea State Park, drink some beer, and soak in the springs.

Or I could just finish this index.