(earlier..)
so...it's saturday, huh?
right.
well, the snow's gone.
its a lovely foggy day.
seems like i should go outside and romp around.
but my romping muscles are rather atrophied.
i can see the park from my window.
gorgeous. huge trees.
bet the ducks would like a feeding.
now wouldn't that just be most picturesque?
feeding ducks, on a misty pond...
but it's all the way over there.
and really, i'm awfully scared of ducks.
i don't like their beaks and i don't fall for that comical waddle one bit.
they'd snap your finger off for a crumb of stale bread.
little buggers.
i'm sure i can find something to do inside.
maybe i'll go experiment with generous doses of nyquil and gravol.
ah the past times of the underenthused, the poor and the fantastically lazy.
so...it's saturday, huh?
right.
well, the snow's gone.
its a lovely foggy day.
seems like i should go outside and romp around.
but my romping muscles are rather atrophied.
i can see the park from my window.
gorgeous. huge trees.
bet the ducks would like a feeding.
now wouldn't that just be most picturesque?
feeding ducks, on a misty pond...
but it's all the way over there.
and really, i'm awfully scared of ducks.
i don't like their beaks and i don't fall for that comical waddle one bit.
they'd snap your finger off for a crumb of stale bread.
little buggers.
i'm sure i can find something to do inside.
maybe i'll go experiment with generous doses of nyquil and gravol.
ah the past times of the underenthused, the poor and the fantastically lazy.
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