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I really am enjoying sitting around and just watching football on the weekend. I love the whole “I’m hung over and desperately want to just lay on the couch and relax.” I know a lot of dudes that do. In fact, we all need to relax more. I know that the last two months of my life were stressful and frightening and what-have-you, and I am really glad that Tracy didn’t want me to run around like a chicken with my head cut off today. I don’t think I could have handled it.

Today, I am working on some writing (”I won’t get that done”) and I might just head over to Palace Fried Chicken and pick up an Italian Cheeseburger. It’s really horrible for you (two cheeseburgers are sliced, placed on loaf of Italian hero/bread, and smothered in Ketchup and French Fries. Yes, french fries ON the burger) and it’s awesome. I need to get some writing done for Broken Dial, as I owe Salt and Samovar a CD review (Old Joy, New Joy is one of the best albums this year, no joke), I need to review the show from Thursday night and start my mp3 mixtape.

Ah, the life of an intraweb celeb. Glamorous!