…but then I remembered that I’m lazy and it’s cold out and if I must go outside, it should be for brunch. So that’s what I did.
Now I’m watching the House marathon and have no intentions of doing anything else til bedtime. I know this is probably more excitement than anyone can really handle, but listen: Not every day is full of infestation and booze.
If it were, we’d be living in the Middle Ages. And remember, there was no such thing as Wii or the iPhone or Twitter in the Middle Ages.
Our days are getting more and more eerily similar. Makes me want to check the bed for bugs…
Oh God, don’t even joke. I’ll feel like I gave them to you somehow.
Sounds remarkably like my Sunday:
Me [Saturday night]: I’m totally going running tomorrow morning.
Me [Sunday morning]: I slept an hour longer than I intended and it’s homicidally cold outside. Rather than run, I’m going to watch smart cop ladies terrorize their suspects into confession.