Two weeks of utter sloth and over-the-top gluttony.
Two blissful weeks.
Okay, they weren't all blissful moments in those two weeks. I managed to tweak the hell out of my back the first day of my break and spent the subsequent two days recovering, but it was a muscle thing and quickly went away. I guess I relaxed those muscles nicely.
Consumed beer and cocktails when not stuffing my face with various foodstuffs. Cooked. Actually cleaned (shockingly enough). Did some jogging, just to mix things up. Shuttled a friend to the other end of the Bay Area and explored what kind of gas mileage I get when I'm not driving on city streets. Cursed out Moffatt for what was (in my opinion) a horrible finale for Smith's tenure as the Doctor.
Drank some more. Ate some more. Worked on various side-projects, some work-related, some not.
Now I'm broke, fat, lazy, and trying to get back into the swing of things.
Hello 2014. What do you have for me?
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