Well, it was a very odd Sunday for me. You see I have over the years gotten used to some sort of meal with the family on most nights, and sitting by myself at the kitchen table scraping cheese from a pizza box is really not what I have come to expect.
It is 7:30, and it to me feels a good few hours later. The reason for this is because when my new alarm clock went off at 5:00, I was unable to immigrate back into the realms of the subconscious and so I spent a few hours watching infomercials and eating breakfast. Did you know that Billy Mays is annoying? He in fact reminds me of someone I saw on TV during a family vacation to the island of Malta. His name was Angelo Di Roberto, and he would wheeze asthmatically between blisteringly fast Maltese endorsements of hair dryers.
So hey, I find myself running out of things to talk about.. I could run through my day with a fine tooth comb (haha.... Who uses a tooth comb?) but that would not do either of us any good. I think by tomorrow the blogging juices should have experienced a renewal in the fingers, and hopefully they will have something of great import to tell you about..
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