It looks like morning here at FR. I didn’t go after the beer, yesterday. I was watching a biography of Johnny Carson, and it was too interesting to leave.
Right now, I’m going to put my shoes on and go get a bottle of magnesium. That is, after I comb my hair. I look like the Wreck of the Hesperus.
And feel like I’ve been run over with a hay rake.
It is morning. I’m heading out to the gym with a bunch of people who don’t want to go, but oh well.
If you had been run over by a hay rake then, whatever else might be wrong, your hair would be perfectly combed.