Lying Fux... err. Fox

Because, you know, "Fair and Balanced" means "Shamelessly lying like a fucking rug."

Dead for tax reasons.

So, after a terribly brief session at the gym (I admit that I tend to slack on "leg days," because my legs are in pretty good condition), feeling like ass, I went home to nurse a case of creeping malaise and a headache with some reading and a bowl of cereal.... and proceeded to sleep for nearly thirteen hours, punctuated only by being brusque with K when she tried to nanny me before leaving for her PT job, and a brief trip for a glass of water around 1am.

Vaguely more human today. Softball tonight. I probably won't need to run into the fence again this week; rumor is the team we're playing against is actually as bad as we are.

Current outfit: Rainbow Tie-Dye hoodie from whippingboy and Those Fuck-Ugly Pants. People at work keep saying I should have saved the hoodie for tomorrow's "decades day," because there's this misconception that nuclear rainbow tie-dye was prevalent among the filthy stinking hippie masses, and that OAKLEY was extant then. Uh, no. I'll be wearing my finest grunge ensemble, kthxbi.

Fuck Fox, and Rupert Murdoch, with an Anthrax-dipped hockey stick

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