I lay on the couch all day with my laptop, pretty much what I did all day yesterday.
Sam came down from upstairs at one stage and asked, "What happened to the gym?"
"I'm sure nothing has happened to the gym," I reply. "I'm sure it's where it's always been."
I was disappointed to not have won lotto, so I could send my eagerly anticipated resignation letter to Boris this morning.
I read about the guy who won the 80 million dollars. A south western suburbs retiree, who plans a trip to Italy. Oh yes, very nice, I thought when I read that.
I don't really want 80 million dollars, just a few million would suit me. Let's say 5 to 10 million. You know just enough to do the things you want, any more and I'm sure you'd just get silly with it. Any more and I am pretty sure it would have a detrimental affect on your life. We can't help it, we're stupid human beings.
I fell asleep on the couch for the afternoon, with Sam waking me late afternoon to take the dogs for a walk.
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