Day 10:

The poll for the number of people who like Mike from Jersey Shore is still dead frozen at one — just Mike. Which, in Jersey Shore parlance, we call that a funny situation.

On a sad related note: tonight is the last night of my favorite T.V. show and I could hardly be more unprepared. The cabinets are devoid of popcorn. No balloons or farewell cake. I am permanently doomed to the perpetual vacuum of the Jersey Shore-less nine o’clock time slot and I didn’t even have an adequate sendoff. Travesty is the only word that comes to mind.

Case #11 – On a happier — much more unrelated — note, I was on my way down the stairs this morning when I stepped on the polka-dot sleeve of one of Mallory’s silk dress shirts, lost my footing, was thrust into the air like a cartoon character who has stepped on a banana peel, and landed square on my back. Why is this a happy note? you might ask. Call it the upside of pessimism, but I think I have today’s blog.

Indicator of Extreme Laziness # 14 – clothes strewn about the room

Take that, Mallory! This is for not letting me outsource my blog to India.

Now we are 1 – 1

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