There is a slight possibility I had too much to drink last night (oh and if I either a: commented on your blog, b: emailed you, or c: facebooked you, I'm sorry. Please disregard everything I said.)
I woke up this morning hungover with a cold as an added bonus. A cold that is preventing me from eating anything because my throat! The pain!
Hangover + no food + nasty head cold = Hillary stays in bed all day watching copious amounts of television. It's a damn good thing I had so much on the PVR. I haven't watched a rerun yet today and that becomes so much more impressive when you know that it's 5pm now and I woke up at 8am because my dog is a needy asshole (seriously, can she not hold it until a more respectable hour? Like afternoon?)
I have to go now. The Amazing Race is about to start and even though I have a rule against watching tv in real time (I do not watch commercials,) it's either that or start watching Shawn's pvr-ed shows (yes that is a verb.) I don't think I've reached the point of watching Top Gear yet. I'd rather sleep.