I want to start off today by wishing L.T. a Happy Birthday today. You should wish her one, too. Maybe buy her a High Life.

Anyways, um, top of the morning/week to ya’. It is that Monday thing again. A time of reflection on the time spent trapped in doors this weekend. I just realized that I did not leave my house from like early afternoon on Saturday until now. That’s awesome. The sad thing is that I didn’t really do anything. Pancake Land might argue that point, but since she is in bed asleep, I win.

Sure I vacuumed the birdcage, and Swiffered the kitchen, and folded some laundry, and made beans, and worked on an article, but I didn’t really accomplish anything. I just sat around and watched television whilst eating brownie bites. The scary part is that I am losing weight. I eat and eat and eat and lose weight. Maybe I have worms. I just looked at some stats on the number of American infected by parasitic worms. Creepy.

I wanna eat your poop. Gimme your poop. Lemme in your butt.

He wants to be your psychic friend so bad, he could be in your colon right now.

Well, I have no idea what I am doing this week. Maybe glazing, maybe laying bamboo flooring, maybe building stud walls. Who knows? Le Duke, that’s who. I am sure that I will find out soon enough.

On that note, I’m off to do it. More soon. ~SC