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Thursday, January 08, 2004

Immature

So I'm normally a very responsible sort of person. Go to work every morning, pay my bills, call my parents, brush my teeth two times a day. (Still working on the flossing, but what can you do?)

But every once in a while comes a day like today, when the drive home seems endless, I'm starving to death, and they're talking about meat and dead babies on NPR. And on days like today, there's not much left to do but skip going to the gym, eat the leftover omelette from Monday, and watch two hours of TV.

For those who have forgotten, by the way -- Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead is as genius today as it was yesterday. Plus -- Josh Charles! The chick who played the detective on John Doe! And special appearance by David Duchovny as Crazy Yuppie Ponytail Man.

Now, I'm sleepy and there are dishes to be done, words to be written. Will I do the dishes? Will I write the words?

Who knows. Such is the suspence of days like today.

Maybe I just need a nap.

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