There are some days when you feel:

- Not very clever.
- Bloated.
- Busy.
- Proud of your boy.
- As if getting on a train home is the single greatest most important thing you can do, even beyond curing male pattern baldness or practicing your Russian.
- As though you should be spending a day in bed reading Middlesex and playing footsie with the warm body next to you.
- Like assbleed.
- Like your time is better spent in your pajamas watching TV on the couch with your loved one. Dead Like Me is on tonight, after all.

This might be one of those days.

Longer one from me tomorrow.

-H

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