|It's getting a workout.|
It's like, boom, President Obama with a koala.
And then zing, mouse armor.
Bam, Eartha Kitt and James Dean playing bongos!
Pow, mole world domination.
Zap, lace-up banana.
And I don't even know what all.
We all have days like this, right? When our minds turn into endless warehouses full of clutter, and a little voice inside tells us we have, like, 15 minutes and a can of tuna to create a complete filing system?
So that's why this is my only post tonight. I'm hoping a good's night will trigger a brain dump, and I can string together some coherent thoughts for you guys. You can relate, can't you?
And now if you'll excuse me, I have to find a can of tuna.