If I seem a little cranky, it’s because Miss Nautilus was unkind this evening. Thursday is a state holiday in Utah, Pioneer Day, which commemorates the arrival of the seagulls in the valley. Or statehood. Or something. Anyhow, I get until Monday to recover from the abuse.
Sad news... I had to bury my ProForm rowing machine. It was only 25. So young. So young. UPS showed up today with reinforcements. I’m too tired to open the box. I’ve got all weekend. I’m going to switch over to the George Carlin diet for the weekend (large bowls of leaves and diet rum).
I’ll incinerate a cow in your honor.