Today is the day to make your bed right before you to go bed.

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George got home and as usual, dumped his luggage in the foyer. He ordered himself two large pepperoni pizzas (one to eat now, the other to eat tomorrow…or later that night.)

His telephone rang nearly as soon as he'd hung it up. His caller i.d. said it was Lillibet, and in response, George yanked the chord out of the jack.

He smoked a joint and had a glass of whiskey as he waited for his pizza to come.

When his pizza arrived, George sat down in front of "Wheel of Fortune" and ate it in one sitting, cursing the stupidity of the contestants (and yet slightly envying Pat Sajak, for reasons he couldn't explain), the whole while.

When he was done, he threw the box across the room like a Frisbee and sat down at his computer.

The keys got greasy from the pizza and George's fingers nearly slipped on them as he typed.

He fetched himself a brownie and the keys nearly got clogged from the crumbs as he typed.

He got himself a Black Cow and the keys nearly got stuck from the sticky sweet as he typed.

But he typed until morning.

And then, George went outside for a walk. He saw deliverymen, commuters and old ladies in bright colored nylon jumpsuits out for their predawn walk. People gaped at him. Neighbors had heard of him but never actually really seen him.

But George smiled benevolently and continued his leisurely walk.