For heaven’s sake, don’t you all know that a lazy slack day is called a Wickyday?
It’s nearly 2 pm and I am wearing Wickypants, too.
It’s eleven ayem, and I’ve posted on the boards, gone to eBay and other sites, sent an e-mail, chatted with a friend on the phone, had a shower, moved the motorcycle to the curb, drove the Willys down to the post office, applied for a passport, gone to Del Taco, moved the bike back behind the Jeep, ate my burrito, and logged back on.
On Friday, I was supposed to be in class at 2 p.m. I woke up for the first time at 2:40 p.m. Oops. Well, I did get there. Eventually. But that was my first official Completely Wasted and Lazy day in a long time.
Johnny L.A., are you human?
Ha! You thought you’d trick me into answering that!
Morning sex rules.