Next Time Hit Snooze
I warmed the pot roast and looked through the paper. Don’t they ever write about things other than death and scandals, any more?
The comics. The oldest form of entertainment. For me, least ways.
Disappointing. Lindsay Lohan’s life is more exciting than this.
After scratching my arms a few more times than I’d like to admit, I plopped down on the couch.
That microwave has been beeping End for the past five minutes.
After watching so much television that my brain decided to abandon ship, I started writing my Going Nowhere novel. Guess where it’s going? No fair, you peeked.
About 3 p.m., I decided to get dressed and go outside. After all, what’s more accomadating than rain?
Finally, I reached my insight of the day. Next time, hit Snooze.