You ever have days when you're just counting down the hours until you can climb into your bed and go to sleep? I'm having a day like that. It's not like it's a particularly bad day, I'm just sooo tired. And I realize that's the least interesting thing a person could say on a blog.
I mean, yeah, I could blog about, oh, I dunno, Sarah Palin. 'Cause, like, nobody's said a peep about her since she was selected as McCain's running mate, right? Or maybe I could blog about the giant, 50' spider that's running rampant through Liverpool, England. (Relax. It's a robot. They've dubbed it "La Princess" and keep calling it "art" which makes it about 1,000 times less cool than just calling it a giant robot spider.) Or I could even blog about Raquel Welch who, either by the miracle of Botox or a deal with the devil, still looks fan-damn-tastic at 68 years old today.
But instead, I'm just gonna slack off and whine about being tired. Much less effort that way.
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