I wake up to what normally would be an awful Tuesday morning, running on about 2 hrs sleep, had a 1.5 hr commute to facilitate an all day session for a bunch of jerks at work.
But I am on freaking cloud 9!
I get to listen to the talking heads either praise our team or scratch their heads at how in the world the Giants could lose on Monday to the lowly Redskins.
This is foreign to me.
This is nice!
But I am on freaking cloud 9!
I get to listen to the talking heads either praise our team or scratch their heads at how in the world the Giants could lose on Monday to the lowly Redskins.
This is foreign to me.
This is nice!