I hope the walk wakes me up a little, because right now I’m way tired and I still have a whole night of work ahead of me.

Haiku!

When will the frog stop?
Will he go on forever?
Does his journey end?

Also, I’m nearing the end of the Minish Cap. That makes me way cooler than most people living in Third World nations.

I bought this flashlight at Canadian Tire yesterday. It was like nine bucks. It’s the best flashlight the planet has ever seen. It touts itself as having the power of a million candles. It’s closer to the power of a million exploding suns, I think.

Also, I bought Bone: The Complete Cartoon Epic In One Volume. But not at Canadian Tire. I read most of Bone back in the day, but forgot just how good it was.

And to top all that off I have to go to work an hour early tonight. Which means about an hour from now. Just freakin’ fantastic…

If I had four arms,
I would wear a glove on one.
That would be my glove arm
and I would call it number one.

If I had four arms,
On one I’d keep a shoe
in case I ever lost a leg.
That would be arm two.

If I had four arms,
On one a duck would be.
He’d keep me out of trouble,
from there on number three.

If I had four arms,
I’d cut the fourth one off.
As nearly as I can tell
Three arms would be enough.

Now I don’t want to appear sexist, but I couldn’t help noticing that when I’m buying one or two things (usually a chocolate bar and juice) female cashiers tend not to ask me if I need a bag or not give me one. The males just stick it all in a bag with no question. Is this because the men are more considerate or because the women are smart enough to realize that I have big pockets and the items won’t last long in any case? I’m not sure, but in either case it’s a fact.

Also, I see more old women on the bus than old men.

And I did once put “I’m not sexist” as a hobby on job application.