With Cheryl out of town for a few days, I decided to go out on Saturday Night and do a little partying with the Senator. After four hours of sleep, I was awakened by Lucy's barking for food on Sunday morning. I actually got some things done on Sunday, but I went to Boston's last night with my Dad and had a few more cold ones. Big mistake. I feel like a zombie right now. It's 630 and I'm already contemplating going to bed. Ugh...this sucks.
Actually, its been a pretty crappy day all around. It's cloudy for the third straight day courtesy of our friend Alberto....the US World Cup team got their asses kicked today.... ol' Ben Roethlisberger tried to kill himself on a motorcycle. Bah Humbug...I'm going to bed.
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