I just finished taking a shower. It wasn’t bad, as showers go. A pretty good shower, I’d say.
Now I’m sitting in the living room of my apartment typing on our laptop. I’m wearing a gray sweater. I put lotion on my hands just a moment ago.
Why am I telling you this? Because I can. And because idiots will read it, much like you are reading these words right now. After all, what’s to stop me from listing the inane banalities of my evening? Nothing except my regard for your pleasure, of which I have none.
So here we go. I watched a Civil War documentary on the First Battle of Bull Run, or Manassas for the Confederates out there. I ate a sandwich for dinner. My left eye has been irritated for the past hour or so. And, of course, the aforementioned shower. I don’t know – it’s been a pretty pleasant night, I suppose. Perhaps that comes across in this post, although I couldn’t really care less if it did.
So here you are. Take this post and go home and shut your mouths up and come back tomorrow.