Sunday, February 20, 2011


Mortal sins committed today: gluttony, sloth, lust. Mostly sloth.

Days this weekend on which it was too damn windy to think: two.

Revelation: I could not be less interested in classic car shows if I tried. My Fourth Avenue wanderings this morning were grievously impacted by something called Fords on Fourth and its attendant crowds of guys in Oakleys and their stringy blonde girlfriends.

Delicious egg-based breakfasts consumed this weekend: zero. Step it up, people!

Number of idiotic House bills to be strangled by the Senate: all of them, I hope.

Not much of a weekend in BoltLand, apparently. The wind will do that to a body.

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