Another busy day of sitting in the La-Z-Boy with a broken wing. Joy.
Currently starting my day with Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure on HBO. Yes. I am that bored.
*** Update ***
Reading the other threads from last night, and it seems like some of you think the key topain management is lots of attractive women pampering you and bringing you food. First off, I have Tammy and Brian and my brother doting on me, so I don’t need any help. Second, I must be a strange ranger, but when I am sick or hurt, I just want to be left alone. I don’t want company, I don’t want to be doted on, I don’t need to be checked up on. Drop off a case of diet ginger ale and some soup and come back in three days. If I need something, I know how to use a phone. Maybe I am alone in this, but when I feel like crap, I just want to be left alone. Tunch knows when I feel like death, and he dials it back and sleeps by my head, and I have a dog on the lap, and that is all I need. I can’t be the only one who feels this way.