At home

I'm at home today because last night I felt like the man in the picture. It was weird. It also wasn't quite that violent or dramatic. Mostly because I was in my bed. And there was no actual electricity involved. I'm thinking it was a mild fever.

Today, I've felt ok when I'm really still. A little sore/achy, but ok. I feel like I'm just on the edge of feeling really bad. Like this car:



Or at least like this car a few seconds before the sketch artist started his or her sketch. It would actually be pretty funny if road and warning signs were actually sketched. Like true crime or live journalism or something.

Here's another sign. It's unrelated to the theme of this blog entry. But I liked it because it seems to be suggesting road cleavage. And who can resist road cleavage? Not me.



Daytime t.v. is boring.

Biscuit whimpers in her sleep.

The internet isn't updated often enough (at least not the parts I go to).

The woot-off is too slow.

And now, my friends, it's time for a nap.