Weekends...where do they go? It's Monday morning and I had no fun the whole weekend. Well, that's not entirely true. I laughed like crazy when my sister screamed out that she thought she'd been stabbed when a pair of sunglasses fell on her. Have you noticed the little Mr. T floating in the upper left corner? Good times. I pity the fool who doesn't like Mr. T. I had a dream last night where I moved in with a rapper from the Sugar Hill Gang and everything he said was to the tune of "Rapper's Delight".