Too Tired

Woah, I feel like I was competing in some sort of epic dog sled race this weekend. So, I don't think I'll be able to do my normal full 3 paragraphs. This will inevitably cause you to weep. If you happen to be incarcerated, this whole imbroglio will lead you to work out extra hard in the yard tomorrow, and perhaps beat up a member of a rival gang. If you're not incarcerated, you will wear a black sweat suit to work tomorrow, and whenever anyone asks about it, you'll scowl at them and then throw a styrofoam cup at their head. In the long run, though, it will be good for you.

It's been a weekend of disappointment for me. My beloved Dallas Mavericks were handed their galoshes by the Lakers. My not quite as beloved Cowboys were thrashed even more thoroughly. I am feeling a little sick. My rubber tree spontaneously burst into flames. Someone stole my car, peed in it, lit the pee on fire, and then returned it. Worst of all, all of my crazy swirly straws were in the dishwasher today when I wanted to sip some soda water. So, I am just going to cut my losses and go to bed early, and hope that no wild boars get into my apartment and eat all of my goldfish crackers while I slumber like a baby with a tummy full of pudding. Tomorrow, I get back to tax write-offs related to the purchasing of damaged wigs.