I am the epitome of sloth. I failed to accomplish anything meaningful today. But I rejoice. The day is through. At this late hour, I await tomorrow for promise of greater things.
On the plus side, and this is really a plus here--I discovered my car does not need to be put in the shop. The funny barbie-car whine is from a lack of power-steering-fluid.
I felt quite manly when I discovered this.
It's the little things.
It reads like a Steve Langan poem, weird but entertaining; kind of reminds like "The Black Pants" poems.
ReplyDeleteInteresting, thanks. I'll have to check him out.
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