T -15 hours

I have a million and one small things to do and I am in the mood to do exactly zero. I have been overwhelmed with a huge wave of lazy, which is just too bad because I have 1/2 a pair of socks and one clean set of underwear left. That stuff has got to be washed before I pack it, no doubt.

Sigh.

And I have to run to the drugstore, and the bank, and blah blah blah blah blah.

Jesus. I've even gotten to lazy to think about what needs to be done.

Time to commence evasive action.

. . .

I met a pretty girl at work today. I know, I know. I have said multiple times that I will never ever try to set my friends up ever again. But she's cute and sweet and they would be so perfect, and, uh. . . I guess I should find out if she has a boyfriend or something.

Always jumping the gun, I am.

. . .

"I've got my wife, the other women,
And the whiskey killing me.

The first two make it so that I see red,
The third one makes it so that I can't see.

If I had half a brain left after my debauchery,
I'd give up the other women

And the w-i-f-e."

— "W.I.F.E.", Old 97's