Somehow, I got up this morning at 7:30am, took the dogs to Lippincottonia, and returned home at 7:00am. Day light savings time is stupid.

I would like to wish a great big Happy Birthday to Nina Bigpants. She is officially 21 years old today. Just kidding. I actually have no idea how old she is. She looks perpetually very young. It must be all of that swimming.

Well, I already have a photograph up in the Rogue’s Gallery. It is my mother, Word To Me. That’s right my aptly named mother has just put you all in check. You have just been served. So, in order to avoid further shame, humiliation, and being dissed, send me those photos.

I have written some of my stupid psychology paper and plan on finishing it today. Speaking of writing, today is the first day of National Novel Writing Month. Pancake Land is going to be writing this month, you should, too. It is only like 1700 words a day. I mean come on now. 1700 words is nothing. I have just written 179 words. This tiny little post is a tenth of what you have to write daily. Maybe I will play as well. On second thought, I probably have enough stuff going on. I don’t need to add that to the ever growing list of thing that I do everyday. I think that posting almost everyday will just have to suffice for now.

Anyway, I smell sausage cooking and it is now more important than typing at you. More soon. ~SC