I got almost nothing done. I met with our pastor, but then schlepped about, napped, surfed, drank with Eric and J, and spent forever reading about Obama. (I hope he gets nominated because if not I’ll probably not vote.) It was FREEZING with a sub-zero wind tonight. This was the conversation walking home:
Me: I just am disgusted with myself for not working AT ALL today. I want to kick my self’s ass.
J: You’re probably able to do that.
I begin flailing about and can indeed kick my ass, which I do several times.
J: Hey, cut it out, it’s too cold for people to kick their asses out here. Kick your ass later.
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