Day off, day off.

I successfully ignored a request to come in to work last night.

I have eaten chocolate, and pizza. Later, I'll clean on the house some.

Now...sleep.

That'll teach me to reschedule a date.

Dammit.

It all reminds me of the dear boy I dated in college who said, upon being informed that I was feeling crampy and out of sorts, "All right, should I rub your feet or bring you something to kill?"

(He ended up not being a keeper, but for something unconnected to his brilliant ideas.)