Three-Day Weekends Forever

The time has come.

My bad about yesterday, in which I slept 18 of 24 hours. Somehow I’m still tired. At least the pain is manageable even if I have to crab-walk up my stairs like something out of a horror movie.

I’d pay somebody to put me into a coma until July 8th. Nobody will take me up on that, so I’ll have to tough out another week before The Coolest Plastic Surgeon in…