Meat and cheese left out overnight are probably not the safest things I could eat, but it’s in pizza form so that should hopefully negate any festering germs that might have settled. Besides, I’m hungry. Leftover pizza for the win.

It’s been a very quiet week. Lousy weather means we’re less inclined to do things, and the overcast cloudiness of it all has made me very sleepy. Our evenings have been spent watching Olympics coverage (Ed) and alternating bathing and playing video games (me). Two nights in a row now I’ve fallen asleep long before my usual bedtime of midnight. You’d think the extra sleep was doing me a service, but no – I wake up in the morning more tired than ever and have to literally drag myself into the shower to start my day. The rain is good, I suppose, but I’ll be glad when the skies clear and I can scoot to and fro without having to carry extra pants.

I honestly have nothing to say. I’ve had blog blocks before, but always managed to dig a story or two from my past to fill in the creativity holes. My residual weariness from the week is making me draw a blank, though – I have no more stories. Did I run out, or can I just not remember any? This is scary.

Wait, I think I have one: have I told the story about the glue before?