Gloomy, dark, and misty - what a lovely morning we had! The sun's out now, and the heat has crept back, but it was nice for a little while. Welcome to Monday. My weekend was un-fun, in that I managed to pull a back muscle and had to stay in bed all day Saturday and most of Sunday, but hey - I didn't have anything better to do than watch football, football, and more football. Sunday I took a breather from all that football and watched the Olympic marathon. The loony tunes former priest needs to be locked in a cell somewhere with his Bibles for the rest of eternity - there was no point in tackling the poor guy from Brazil. Really - what kind of Christian message does that send? Tackle the non-believers? I don't get it. Then it was back to football, golf, more football, McCloud (I got REALLY bored) and somewhere in the middle of Kojak, I decided I'd had enough. We all got ready and went to see I, Robot at the Hollywood. Excellent flick, by the way, no matter what the critics say. I'll never look at robots the same way again. But now it's back to the weekly grind, and boy is it ever grinding along.

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