That’s not a potion. That’s a milkshake.

After a confusing Monday “off”, my week can finally begin. I just hope that I’ve managed to do all of the stuff that I needed to do. Like read my textbook about scientists. Oh, crap.

Moving on.

So, Dave has added a gallery of images for parades and whatnot. You can check it out here. And Furious Jessy has made a new post of comedy gold. Feel free to check them out.

Yesterday was stupid, come to think of it. Sure, I got to eat tacos and catch up on Bones. That was good. But, for some reason, I kept getting these little subtle jabs from the universe about life ticking away. Ending one second at a time, if you will. Stuff about friends getting married, the anniversary of Teacher Sis buying Holliday Island, stuff like that. It gave me the itches. And it made me have weird dreams. Dreams where nothing was working properly. Techno-fear dreams.

At some point, instead of reading my textbook, the Rev. Dark Wombat and I watched this:

Was it brilliant? Yes, it was. You should see it. Right now. Well, maybe not right this second. It is not worth losing your job over. But it is definitely worth procrastinating on your homework for. Do it.

Today is a day of classes. And reading. Possibly archery. Maybe some hot dogs and mac-n-cheese. I guess I should get to reading about Galileo. More soon. ~SC