Hey! How was your day?
My day? Oh, well, pretty uneventful until about 3:30 when I PASSED OUT ON THE MEN'S ROOM FLOOR AT WORK. But other than that, pretty run-of-the-mill.
Crazy, right? Still trying to figure out why it happened, but the last thing I remember was feeling a little woozy taking that last turn into the bathroom.
The missus came into the city, rescued me, and took me home. Did I mention how wonderful she is? (She made me write that, but it doesn't mean it's not true). She and the nine-year-old have taken very good care of me since I've gotten home (the four-year-old, however, has been more concerned with watching Over the Hedge. Loudly. Very loudly).
The wonderful wife has ordered me to knock off early tonight, so I'll just leave you with one of the greatest inventions ever, uh, invented.
[via Deadspin, under the heading "Soon, Americans Will Lack the Need to Move"]
[Please note that while this is beer-related, beer played no part in my passing out. Honest. I wish.]