I am naught but a slug today. I slept until 9:30 because I read too late and then I was awake half the night with heartburn. I rarely get it but when I do it's always at night. Isn't that the way? And anything that interferes with my sleep just pisses me off.
I don't know what the hell we're doing this weekend. Mr. Moon slept late too, for him, and then went to work-out. I think we're both just exhausted. Perhaps too exhausted to get in a car and drive somewhere and try to figure out where to stay for two nights. I think we're going to do a stay-at-home thing (do not use that word "staycation" or go ahead if you want but I think it's a hideous word for some reason and while we're at it, I hate the use of the word "read" as a noun, I don't care how okay it is, it's not okay with me) and try like hell to just relax and hang out together and maybe go down the river or something.
I don't know.
I don't know shit as has been reported here more than once.
Here's something funny- the Huffpost (that bastion of fine writing and accurate information: hahahaha!) has declared that the Donald's campaign will not be run in the news or political section but in the Entertainment section. This cracks me up and makes me like Arianna Huffington just a bit more than I did.
That is truly all I have to say today. Or at least, right now.
Happy Friday, y'all.