Oh dear, I just sat here looking at the blank computer screen and watching the end of an episode of Reba. It is a silly show but not without charm. Uh, I mean, I never watch television. I don’t have time to watch television, let alone a foolish half-hour sit com.
We all know that’s not true, at least anybody who has read many of my blog posts. Hell, just yesterday I was talking about Galavant, and that’s one of the classier shows I watch. How many times have I hurried through my post so I could get back to watching World’s Dumbest, a show which is sadly missing from the schedule many days lately (I’m not ending this with a question mark, because it was rhetorical).
OK, I’m just rambling. The reason I’m rambling is that I do NOT want to take another Blogger’s Sick Day. And yet, here I sit. My throat is sore, my head aches, and I have that all-around crappy feeling. I believe it is nothing worse than a common or garden cold this time, but you know what a big fat baby I am about these things.
I believe there is a theory that I could strive to be less of a big fat baby. As a matter of fact, I have already taken steps in that direction. Today was my first day back on the South Beach Diet. I don’t really expect to be less of a big baby, but I hope that soon I will be less fat.
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