After a Christmas that seemed it would never end (not the actual day, which was fun, but the ancillary crap that was not), I got hit with not one, but two rotten colds. And, even though I went to church Christmas Day, Jesus seemed beside the point.
I've been in bed for three days. I have not written a single New Year's resolution. I barely had the ambition to sit through The View.
Did catch David Letterman mop the floor with Bill O'Reilly the other night. Oh, that was great.
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