eLeCTRIC PENCILS

After last night’s Cotton Bowl fiesta, my body revolted around 4am. I won’t go into details, but imagine a bowel volcano. That’s the best metaphor I have for it.

Anywho…

My bed was scheduled for delivery between 11am-1pm. They called twice before 9am. I finally called back and they asked if they could deliver early, so I rolled out of bed and met them at my apartment. I’m kind of glad it happened that way, otherwise I feel like I’d have spent a good chunk of the day sitting there waiting around for them.

And now…well, now I need to buy things. All kinds of things. Mostly from Walmart. This thought is not appealing to me, but it has to be done.

Unless someone does it for me.

How about it, Internet? It’s not like I haven’t been there for you.