still.

i still have yet to remove myself from this couch. all i ask for today is that everything get done on its own without me having to lift a finger. is that toO much to ask?!

my eyeballs hurt, my head hurts, i'm parched, my body is sore... i don't know if thats from the 6 miles i did yesterday, or the fried chicken. or both.

i need fluids in an IV, a nantucket nectars half and half, or brooke here with some mimosas. i don't find any of these requests to be highly unrealistic.

i shall now pretend to begin attempt #2 at removing my arse from this couch.