I've got 'em, big time. I was feeling good this morning, gettin' shit done, all wide awake, but then I went to lunch, and now I just feel like staring out the window for the rest of the day.
Tonight, I need to go to the laundromat. This will be the last time I have to lug anything out of the house to be washed in what I'm hoping will be forever, or at least for a very long time. I know I've said before that I like going, but the novelty wore off quickly, and I think I'll survive without it.
This is the last week I'll be subjected to the Chevrolet commercial featuring Taylor Hicks, who is, in my opinion, not America's Hottest Bachelor. When we move into the new house, it will be ixnay on the cable tv, which is mostly a relief. I am, however, going to miss Jeopardy! and Seinfeld, and the commercials for Red Stripe beer, and any show involving Adrianne Curry and Chris Knight, because they're one Hollywood couple I actually like.
Oh, I just want to crawl under my desk and sleep. Actually, on second thought, it's very dirty and dusty beneath my desk, so I probably shouldn't do that.