Guess what happens when you don't do anything all day but work, drink hot toddies in front of the TV, and sleep until three p.m.?
That's right, I have nothing to talk about, unless you want to hear about my dreams, my mucus production, or why I love the second season of The Wire above all others (you don't).
So maybe something will happen later, and I'll tell you about it then. That'll be fun, won't it?