Ah, summertime is upon us, that blessed time of year when our blessed northern hemisphere is blessedly tilted towards the blessed sun, raising our daytime temperatures to a blessed 110 degrees or something stupid like that so all the flesh melts off our faces, leaving us faceless for time and all eternity, until our flesh grows back with some heavy duty skin grafts. Yes, that's right.
Would you like to know what else is happening right now? Well, Emily went to do her little nails. Rivers sleepeth. I can't think of anything else interesting. Oh wait, here's something.
I ate a tuna sandwich in the hospital's new tuna sandwich eating room. Yes, you're seeing that right. There's hexagons everywhere. Hexagons on the floor. Hexagons on the ceiling. Hexagons inside OTHER hexagons. SO MANY HEXAGONS! What do you think of that? Huh?! What do you think of the hexagonal tuna sandwich eating room?
Well, that about wraps it up in a big shroud of sizzling tinfoil. Until next time, keep your suspenders on. What is getting suspended exactly with suspenders? Your body? Your pants? Oh heaven help us understand the suspenders before it grows too late.