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I've read some stuff and I feel pretty much almost ready to write that damn paper. But I don't feel like writing it right now. Tomorrow. I'll do it tomorrow. Right now I feel like lying on the couch and watching my DVDs of one of the greatest shows in the history of television, Sports Night. And knitting a little and eating a whole lot of spinach. 10 ounces at a time. A box of frozen spinach at a time. Is that weird? It's permitted within the boundaries of my current eating regime, but it seems weird.

So good though. Sports Night and spinach go together. They're alliterally pleasing. "Sports Night" does not go with "writing a paper". "Spinach" does not go with "writing a paper". "Sports Night" and "spinach" almost go with "sleep", so I'll do that next.

Spinach contains iron, Sports Night contains irony. It gets better and better. Spinach contains selenium, Sports Night contains Sabrina Lloyd. I'm not kidding. Spinach contains phosphorous (P) and potassium (K). Sports Night contains (P)eter (K)rause.

Need I go on?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:46 AM | shower me with attention