I’m a terrible slacker. We all know this about me. And, like all terrible slackers, my slacking tends to bite me in the ass, like it did yesterday.
See, I was supposed to be clearing out some space over the weekend to be ready for this incredible custom TV stand a friend of mine was building for me. But, between my general feeling-like-shit and laziness, I ended up going to bed before I was really done. Because it’s me, I went to bed at around seven Monday morning.
Right around noon, Gremlin wakes me up, telling me that it’s time — they’re going to bring it over now, so we need to move some stuff.
