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When I Say "THOSE" Days, Even I Wonder What It Means

Today is one of those days.

I woke up this morning at 4:45. Well, more accurately, that was the last time I woke up this morning because I had woken up several times before that. I got out of bed not long after that, though.

I was in the office by 6:30.

I left the office this evening at 7. It was a long day.

Then I went and saw The Children of Men. While the movie is well done and more compelling than most adventures in dystopia, the camera work was horrible (even if appropriate to the subject matter) and that, too, made for a long day.

I'm home now.

Oddly, I'm not tired, though. I really kind of feel like going out and checking out the hot menfolk here on this little island.

Let's face it, though: that would not be a good plan. Remember how we're not spending money? Remember how we don't want to get a cold like almost everyone else around this place? It's best I just stay in.

But, Men of Manhattan, hear this: you almost had your heart broken tonight, but it is only my infinite mercy that spared your delicate feelings. All the more reason to line up for tomorrow evening because I'm such a sweet fella.