Now that I've got your attention.
I did, in fact, wake up this morning... but with an absolutely awful feeling in my bel-leh. And on top of that, I didn't sleep all that much last night, for some odd reason.
So, I'm home, taking a sick day.
And as I've fallen behind on some of my more administrative responsibilities around the apartment... today will provide me with some time to play catch-up. Pay some bills, drop off some shirts at the dry cleaners downstairs, write a review or two that I've been repeatedly postponing... you know the deal.
But hey, you ask, where do I get off dropping a lyric from The Sopranos theme, possibly petrifying some of you in the process (which is to say, get back to work)?
Eh, given the weather, I suppose I'll watch an episode or two today, while I'm nursing my water and laying down in the fetal position.
I hope this goes away-- I hate feeling like this.
Last night's dinner went OK, I suppose. No fireworks to report, though.
Diner #1 is still the clubhouse leader.
Afterwards, and after getting off of the Metro, I got a call from the guys... telling me that they were in my neck of the woods.
So what else could I do? I threw on a Hawaiian shirt and headed over to Whitlow's.
The shirt got the desired laughs, though we failed to schedule a date for the ritual burning.
Most important, the night got my mind off of what had turned into a fairly shit-ass day. By night's end... that had all been pretty well forgotten. Thank goodness I didn't have to drive back home. The amble was difficult enough.
Things are gonna change-- I can feel it.
That said... you know the line that comes next, right?