It has occured to me that the most direst of situations and quivering backlashes into obscurified oblivion twittled into souless supposition wandering aimlessly on and on and on and on to the farthest reches and the farest reaches as well, and my Dog Scruffles, will of course be joining us today.

I believe I did quite well on my biology exam.  I feel as though I knew the data, of which I was regurgitating, to the highest degree.  Continuity.

The Clocks sprung ahead today, most survived, casualties were inevitable.
I woke up this morning much later than usual; 'twas 11:37am when I opened my eyes, equipped my glasses, and gazed towards the clock.  I felt rested, which was a feeling I had not felt in weeks, 'twas most refreshing.  I had slept for 10 hours and felt like a person anew.  My first action subsequent of my temporal gaze, exhibited nature of primal derivation, a desire so common and of great necessity.  Hunger.

So I went downstairs and ate a bagel.  it was good.  put peanut butter on it.


"So delicately he articulated, a meticulous linguistic perusal of Shakespearean calibre."  He flaunted ostentatiously, as he referred to the great teachings of the wise and mighty Scruffles.  "An amiable fellow, whom exhibited honourable qualities like no other..." she added in mused rumination.  "He'd catch any idea you through and bring it right on back to ya." a plebeian statement, contributed by a lowly commoner, who continued on..."You didn't always like what he brought back to ya, but he always made sure his work stood out from the rest."


Un paragraphe en francais peut-etre? OUI, je pense que c'est un bon idee.  Un jour, il habbit une homme qui existe dans un realite exquisite.  Dans cet realite, le temp reste as la maime tout l'an;  il ne change pas, par-ce que il y a rien de saison.  Nous ne peut pas "spring forward" ou "fall back" quand il y a rien de saison, c'est impossible!

Well I think that about wraps things up.


Good day.