Egads. I almost let a day get by.
Tomorrow is my Big Birthday Celebration, complete with a snow storm, errands to run, and those mother humping bookcases to move... yet again. Did I say I loved them? I meant loathe.
I may just give myself the day off, what between shoveling, shopping for a headlight, and tearing up the busted sacrum. I mean, the levity of it all may have me in a joyous tizzy.
Sorry, it's the narcotics talking at this point.
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