And on the Third Day, He Rested.

So I stayed home today. Strangely, I would have much preferred to go to school, but I've been developing a rather irritating sore throat over the past week or so, and I thought it prudent not to expose my friends to infection. [Insert 28 Days Later/Left 4 Dead/generic zombie joke here.]

Of course Biscuits is spending the night here anyway, so I don't suppose I've accomplished much by avoiding school.

At this point, the expectation would be either that I did something fascinating and revolutionary today that I feel I have to share with you, or that I did absolutely nothing, and am just assuming you people out there care about my rather mundane day. I assure you it's the latter.

In short, I slept late, played guitar, and I'm only writing this because I'm bored out of my wits. I just thought I should share that with the public at large. The sensible thing to do would be to see if my French teacher has posted the homework on his blog yet, but then I'm not often very sensible.

And that's my terribly interesting report for the day. Congratulations, you've just wasted two to five minutes of your life, and you'll never get them back.

As compensation, here are the songs I'm currently trying to learn on guitar.

And the song I'm currently listening to, which I don't believe I'll be able to play any time soon.

As a closing note, if anyone out there thinks the title of this post likens me to God, and thinks that I'll burn in Hell for it, I appologize for your narrowmindedness and poor sense of humor. I'm sure he would get the joke.

Also if anyone out there is offended that I didn't capitalize "he" when referring to God, get a life.