Remember when I used to post something every day? Of course, back then I also did an article a week. Those were better times for writing.

Anyway, I’ve determined that I don’t much care for bathing. That is to say taking a bath rather than showering. I tried it the other day and the only single advantage it had was that I could hear my music playing in the other room. Beyond that, I’ll stick with showers.

I must, however, mention that they recently changed the shower head in my apartment and now it has much less pressure. That, I don’t like. It seems like any time in my life when a shower had has been changed, the replacement has had less pressure. I can only assume that the showers I took as a child would have killed a smaller person.

Obviously rocks are made of metal. Metal is hard. Rocks is hard. It’s just plain obvious. WHY DOESN’T ANYONE LISTEN??? You all get D minuses.

What else? I don’t know. I’m barely allowing myself enough mental energy to keep myself awake, I can’t really expect myself to think of anything to write. Except maybe a rhyming couplet:

Forever there will be a sky.
Even after we all die.

Well. That was fun. For the record, my definition of sky is not limited to “air” but includes space as well. Are not the Sun, Moon and stars said to exist in the sky?