Drinking and harrassing the dog on the couch. Well maybe I could hold off on the drinking till at least noon. One of my dad's cappucinos would do. Sighness. We were both up so late watching the debates, and then the commentators analyzing the debates, that I didn't get my needed 12 hours of beauty sleep. I never do, which is why I am usually a walking zombie. But on a day like today, where I have SO much to do, it makes it particularly difficult. Which is why I'd rather be on the couch.
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