Thoughts for a Friday morning:
I’m glad to see that someone else gets incredibly horny when he’s sick. I thought I was the only one. Really…
So I’m sitting here on a Friday morning waiting for our new bed to be delivered. The old one’s in the hall, and I’m amazed at how broken-down and disgusting it looks. I shouldn’t be; its assorted protruding coils have been poking me for months now. This bed wasn’t exactly brand new when I got it from friends ten years ago. And it’s seen rather, ummm, intensive use since Thanksgving Day 1993. I guess I’ll miss it in some ways, but I’ll be glad to see it gone in even more ways…
Is it more frightening (a) that there is an “as seen on TV” store at Serramonte Mall in Daly City featuring everything from Ginsu knives to orange cleaner to salad shooters, or (b) that we bought something there last night?