I drank a lot of coffee.
Valentine’s day went surprisingly well.
At 10:30 I hit a wall.
I drank more coffee.
At noon I had a stomachache.
At three the coffee kicked in.
I brought Lloyd a pizza after work.
The crust was undercooked.
The thermostat was broken, the house was cold.
The cats broke into a package of Girl Items and scattered them throughout the house.
Wally got into my bag shopping bag of Valentines stuff, got his head stuck in the handle, and ran all over the house like lightning trying to escape it.
Cleaned up that mess.
Too tired to write paragraphs.