It's early Sunday morning. I'm sitting in my PJs, drinking tea and reading Slashdot. I'm still not quite awake, but that's no excuse for what happens.

My phone rings and it's my landlord, saying my lease is up soon and asking if I'd like to stay another year. "Yeah," I say, "I'd love to, if you'll have me."

I'd love to, if you'll have me?!?!

I'm such a moron sometimes.