So I didn’t write today. I didn’t work out. I didn’t draw comics. I didn’t watch TV. I didn’t clean the house.

I, and two very close and wonderful friends, cut and hung crown moulding in my 2nd bedroom, then put down the laminate flooring.

We started out at around 11 and finished up about 10 hours later.

I ache everywhere. I feel like someone’s driven a railroad spike through the center of my back.

And we haven’t even done the T moulding or put the baseboard on. (Hell, I haven’t bought the baseboard.)

Tomorrow I think I’ll be catatonic. That sounds nice.