I hate to jump on the blog bandwagon, but I just can't get excited about writing on the blog today.
Let me set the scenario for you:
I have a steak, an inch thick, medium rare, just taken off the grill. I've finished the second Killians' of a six pack. I was going to make a salad, but shredding lettuce seems like too much work at this point. Since there's nothing on the tube but a funeral and The Simple Life reruns, I plan on eating steak, drinking beer, and reading one of several books I have had lined up for a while until I collapse in sheer, red-meat-induced bliss.
Oh...did I mention that there may be some pistachio ice cream involved in this equation?
I'm sure I'll find something tomorrow to be mad about, but right now, I just don't care.
Can you blame me?