I just had me a piece of Cadbury chocolate. I have done nothing today but lie on my bed and watch episode after episode of CSI: NY. I like Gary Sinise and the Greek chick. I am not depressed but merely overwhelmed with the mess that is our apartment. I know I should LEAVE THE HOUSE, but that means I would have to bring my hair under control. It looks like I stuck a finger in an electrical outlet.
Tom is in the living room staring at real estate in Nova Scotia. Zombies. We're zombies. Aimless zombies. Old zombies. Old old zombies. Dead skin falling off onto the carpet.
What would Jesus do?