Dog walk was a sufficiently painful experience that I decided my plan to go out this evening was overambitious. Crappy scifi TV here we come.
Here's how it is: I'm collapsed on the couch, in a hoodie, socks, etc. Until a couple minutes ago I still had my shoes on. My ambitions: pajamas & blanket. Seems pretty unattainable, maybe if I work at it.
Big guy, fucked up feet. It's a drag.