i’m at home, all hopped up on muscle relaxants. i may try to go shopping later if the snow melts enough. wow, it sounds like someone’s mowing their lawn. that can’t be. all the lawns are under eight inches of snow. or maybe it’s just the muscle relaxants. *yawn* i woke up with a really sore throat. maybe meghan gave me her germs. no, i think i just snored too much. i didn’t even fold out the futon last night. i slept with it in it’s upright configuration. i thought it might be force me to sleep in a fetal position rather than sprawled on my stomach, which is my modus operandi. it worked. i’m sure my back is much better than it probably would have been. boy this is a really rambly paragraph. oh well, sucks to have to read it then, huh? okay, tummy is grumbling. i need to find something to eat. food…