I detest having the hiccups. Just as I starting typing, they struck. Hard. I have actually had the hiccups so badly that I've passed out. I grant you that it's a cure but not one that I would recommend.
I've got the fan blowing in my direction since the weather hasn't been playing nice and the landlord doesn't believe in fixing the a/c. I'd just pop the window air conditioner in but those aren't allowed. (And I've got two of those beasts in the garage, just languishing away.) I should turn off the receiver that I just noticed was on. That sucker puts out a whole lotta heat. --- Done.
Just finished a book (ehh, not my cup of tea) and started another. I've done the laundry, surfed the internet and made The Man's lunch. I should probably do something else but nothing much else appeals to me. I exercised this morning and I'd have to say that's my big virtuous whoop-de-whoop today. I'll be running all over my particular area of the planet tomorrow so lazy bastard it is tonight.
It seems like I should have some sort of sign-off line or something here but I can't think of anything. Maybe later.
The Procrastinator
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