This Weekend ....

Marks the end of a work-induced period of crapiosity. Tonight I plan on curling up in a fetal position, sucking my thumb, then napping. I may do some laundry, unless I find lifting a pile of underwear too exhausting for words. Saturday, I don't know yet, nor Sunday. If anyone has any suggestions that don't involve thinking too hard, sweating too much, vomiting, midgets, vomiting midgets, snakes, Nazis, lima beans, rats, spiders, cheap beer, wool, altruism, banana hammocks, driving to god-forsaken Arlington, an ill-advised tramp stamp, a well-advised tramp stamp, anything feety smelly, anything crusty....