When there is truly nothing in life you'd rather be doing than reading this blog, you'll know that you are, indeed, very bored. And quite possibly, very boring.
I would say that I don't want to bore you with the details, but quite frankly, I do. Every boring little detail. So as I sit here, with my now-empty cup of root beer... *tangent*
Last night I drank about 16 fluid ounces of root beer and was struck with the most fantastically large stomach ache. I curled up on the floor in a fetal position for about 15 minutes, and then I went to the bathroom to attempt to vomit up whatever was bothering me. I was unsuccessful in this regard, but another five minutes laying on the bathroom floor, my face only inches away from someone's pubic hairs, my stomach settled, and I returned to playing my franchise (the Oakland Raiders) on the game Madden NFL 2006. I could have purchased Madden 2007, but 2006 was $2 cheaper, so I went with that option. My team is now in its fifth season under my management.
Anyhow, after I felt better I poured myself another glass of root beer, which I enjoyed thoroughly.
*end tangent*
So my empty cup of root beer is sitting here on my desk, just begging to be brought down to the kitchen for a washing. I will likely do this in a few minutes. I want to use up more plastic cups, but at the same time they are so small and inconvenient. I would have had to refill those little plastic cups about 5 times just to consume the amount of root beer I consumed in only two of these large non-disposable tumblers.
Until next time.
