I got my carrot cake. It was lovely, and followed a heaping plate of week old dark meat turkey. I had to microwave the everloving shit out of it to feel safe eating the microbe-ridden meat. Gravy to keep it moist. It made me sleepy.

Today at the office we're discussing weird guns, Canadian inheritance taxes, stinky unwashed people, and setting up companies in other countries to avoid taxes. Also, Rush Limbaugh's prescription drug addiction and the likelihood that they caused his deafness.

I'm just chomping at the bit waiting for tonight's Cubs-Braves game. I have a good feeling about this one.

I'm losing weight for no particular reason. I'm not sure what's causing it, but I haven't withered down to a skeletal husk yet so I'm not concerned. If my voice starts to go Crypt-Keeper-ish and my cheeks sink in, I'll head for the doctor. Maybe I have a tumor. Everything gives you cancer.

That's what I heard.
2:04 PM - Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm