The Deep Blue Sea
I ate a large steak and it put me into a coma. I don’t eat a lot of red meat anymore and so my body wasn’t used to it. It’s like eating a giant, tasty sleeping pill.
Across the street someone glued an Obama “Hope” poster to some kind of powerbox/traffic light controller; someone else came along and tried to tear it off. This resulted in it being recognizable but mostly torn off.
In this vandalized state it actually feels more emotionally effective than it was before. Well played, Obama.
All I want to do this weekend is read and work some stuff out on paper. Maybe go see Iron Man finally and get my Xbox to UPS so Microsoft can fix the mother.
Keep things around here quiet.
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There are three things wonderful about that statement. Steaks are good, eating is good, sleeping is good. Mmmm, the synergy of a *tasty* sleeping pill boosts it into the realm of *wonderful*.
I don’t get sleepy after eating steaks, but one can dream.
Steak == magic.