Walking from the Couch to the Refrigerator Counts
Monday, June 11th, 2007I woke up Sunday morning feeling like I’d rather skydive naked from the roof of the Transamerica Building than do what I had planned for that morning. “But I can’t exercise,” I stated matter-of-factly (where stated matter-of-factly = whined piteously). “I have a hangover.” An eyebrow rose. “Any port in a storm, eh?” Hmph. I [...]