Murmuring of disgust

Gawdawful long drive home. Now my eyes don't seem to want to focus nicely, and I'm too lazy and burned down to even head over to Sontag for dinner. I made do with stale tortillas, cream cheese, and ham, and now am sitting doing nothing until I feel competent enough to do anything, like go to bed. Until then, I read LJ or bad gag comics.

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