It is Tuesday. I wish it were Thursday. On second thought, on Thursday I will have pieces of duct tape applied to hairy portions of my body, and have them sadistically ripped off of me for the pleasure of others and charity fundraising. Perhaps I should wish for Friday instead.
I am wondering what has sparked my recent comments in a friend's journal containing ultra-violence involving baby seals and used auto salesmen in the name of forgiveness. Sometimes I frighten myself.
It is 1:35 PM... do you know where your hippos are?