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Um... hey. How's it going?
Look, I'll be honest. I got up around noon today. I showered at two. I've watched something like nine hours of TV today, and spent precious little time being non-horizontal. I didn't shave, haven't left the house, and I honestly can't remember whether I brushed my teeth today or not. But I'm thinking not, for various reasons that are probably too unpleasant to go into here.
I suppose there's some good news -- that pulled muscle in my back hasn't bothered me today. Of course, several dozen other body parts did take up the cause, so perhaps that's not so encouraging, after all. Yeah. Not so much.
Anyway, how about if we just call this a 'recovery day', and hook up again tomorrow, eh? Seriously, there's nothing about my day today that you'd want to read about, and I'm not sure I could write about it without shooting myself in the temple to end the boredom.
So, I'm just calling it a wash and taking the day off, pretty much. But you can always go back and read something in the archives, or try your hand at one of the Punchline Fever entries. There's plenty of the old stuff to go around; knock yourselves out.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to get ten hours or so of sleep, so I'll have some small chance of leading a relatively normal life tomorrow. You can let yourselves out when you're done tonight, but for chrissakes, try not to make any loud noises, okay? Tonight, even more than usual, I really need my beauty sleep. Nighty-night, folks.