The kitchen floor is finished. It's all clean and nice & stuff. Go me!
And sleep is needed soon. Go bed.
Lower left back hurts. Have to go to Walgreens. Enjoying House, dammit.
I don't know what else to say.
Sam: (blithers at me for about five minutes on Sonic, Chuck, and all things speedster-specific related to media he enjoy) Me: Sam, please leave me…