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Poor Mike is feeling crappy today, so I went over to his house to try to make him feel better.
I got him some Sprite and some Gatorade and some tea, and I was feeling pretty good about my caretaker skills.
Then I pulled on the power cord to unplug my computer and accidentally made the fan fall on his head.
Oops.
The other day Mike promised me that he’d be my sugar daddy.
Then he took that back, for fear that he won’t make the millions the title implies.
So now he’s promised to be my Splenda daddy … or, as he says, Splendaddy.
I’m not exactly sure what that means, but I think I’ll keep him either way.
Well, my record for not-ironing broke today, and it wasn’t even for a very good reason: I had iron a patch onto my jeans because I was too lazy to sew them.
Damn … It must have been at least six years.
Of late, I’ve taken to wearing the same outfit two days in a row.
That way I waste less of my creative juices on dressing myself, allowing more creative juices to be used on writing.
Alas, those creative juices have become highly valuable, yet limited resources.
I really need to go to bed.
1. Because it’s 11:45 and I’m freaking tired.
2. Because I have Gloria Estefan stuck in my head, and it’s driving me crazy!