Open arms Elmo

Elmo wiped cold sweat from his face and stumbled to the fridge. An exhausted haze blurred his vision as he pulled out a plastic bowl of tapioca pudding he’d opened yesterday in hour 38.
He was now pushing 59 hours, almost half-way to his goal of listening to the new Journey CD once for each of the 112 months since their last album. “Journey, man! Rockin-A!” Elmo weakly tried to shout. The shaking started again in his legs, and he lay back down on the couch.
The curtains were drawn, since today should be partly cloudy with a high around 50 and tomorrow, when the Journey-thon would end, it will be rainy with a high in the low 50s.