Just another one of those days. It feels like someone took all the fun in the world, put it in a martini shaker mixed with some crap, sadness, boredom, angst and poured me a bit too little in my glass. Now I'm feeling ok. I'm healthy and well, but something just seem to click correctly sometimes. Like I'm trying to fit the square piece into the round hole. It's almost right, but it's just off. I dunno. But hopefully, I'm going to Chuck-E-Cheese's later and pick up on some unsuspecting 16-year olds. Mwahahaha!! I'm gonna take them to my secret laboratory (pronounced lah-bore-atoreee) and do secret labratorial things to them. Why am I so dirty? I dunno, but I love it. Any volunteers??