The cats have beaten the crap out of me today. After the post about sleep this morning, I managed to get back to bed for an additional hour of sleep, which we all know is kind of like subtracting three hours from your overall total, because it’s just so pointless. Being on the computer is now officially a treacherous task to undertake, since the cats apparently think that if I am sitting in the chair,…
[for July 4] A serendipitous scheduling coincidence let me off work last night at around 9, which meant I had just enough time to get downtown to catch the post-Redbirds fireworks show from atop the Peabody Place parking garage (Phil’s idea). It was as entertaining as pyrotechnics can be — which is to say very entertaining — but I am a moron and spent the entire time fantasizing about the nearest bathroom. Project 365
Phil’s brother Rickey and cousin Spencer are visiting. I’ve been laughing so hard at tales of their crank-call hijinks back in Savannah. I regret that I was always too chicken to do a good crank call as a kid. Hell, what’s stopping me now? Project 365
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