I don’t have much hope for today. I woke up from a dream this morning that had the potential to get quite, um, steamy, but I turned down the offer because I knew that my legs weren’t shaved. It is sad to know that I’m that boring in my sleep. Once up, I proceeded to touch my eye with a finger that still had jalapeno oil on it from the day before. Repeated hand washing last night was, apparently, ineffective. Now it is lawn mowing time, which means a couple of very sweaty hours in the yard. I actually get a great deal of satisfaction from mowing the lawn, but I hate the sweating. This evening, we are having people over for poker. With the blah start to my day, I don’t hold out much hope for a big win tonight.
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