Morning. Grumble rumble. I'm tired and achy. My coffee hasn't kicked in yet. I fell asleep at 7:30 last night, until 9 p.m. Got up to watch CSI and headed back to bed at 11 p.m. It may have something to do with the kindly gentleman sitting behind me at the Hawks game, hacking up his left lung.
I don't have time to be sick.
Before I jump in the nice hot shower I have a plea. TOF didn't make the final 20 for this contest, but I got the following email:
Have a great day, I'll be back when I think of something else to say.