I woke up this morning to someone out in the parking lot singing–at the top of his lungs–the chorus from Bob Seger’s Fire Down Below. Oh my. I really, really, really do not like Bob Seger. He grosses me out in a greasy, foul, lecherous old guy way. Bad touch!
Anyway, that wasn’t such a good way to wake up. I am hopeful that a little Harry Potter therapy will bleach the memory from my brain.
In other news, I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of much vacuuming, stomping, and hammering. I can’t imagine why anyone would suddenly get the urge to start hammering at midnight on a Thursday. The mind, it doth wobble.
That is all. As you were, comrades.
red paper boat 