Things I am equipt to write about today:
1. moving boxes
2. the zit on my chin
3. my sore throat, i.e. possible swine flu, i.e.i.e. for some reason I am not worried, e.i.e.i.oh I only worry about illnesses I could not ever have, i.e. prostate cancer.
4. My prostate hurts
Don't worry--I am not going to write about any of the above gems. Instead, I give you this: The Breakfast Song. My favorite line? One of these mornings/God is gonna' call me home/I won't need no breakfast/I'll be gone, gone...
Happy Hump Day, people (with a side order of no mo' Nuts of Grapes).