Violence begets violence. Think about it. I know this is true because “begets” is a funny word. Next time you want to do violence, think about that.

I overslept today. Why do I keep doing that on days when I intend to do things? Is my subconscious trying to prevent me from accomplishing anything? Or is YOUR subconcious doing that. I ought to pound you all. Then violence you.

But I should be able to donate blood again, and I’m going to drop into the clinic tomorrow to set up the appointment and stuff. That may help cheer me up.

Well, I suppose I was wrong in stating I would write something today. But I’ll see what I can do about that tomorrow. But here’s something:

Rubber Jimmy was not a real guy. He was fictional. And he certainly wasn’t Rubber. But he was still called Rubber Jimmy. At some point, he picked up the name, and it stuck. That’s the story of Rubber Jimmy.

It was raining when I woke up, but then it turned to snow. The kind of snow that stays on the ground for more than a day. I do not be approvin’.

Haiku!

Too many Walrus!
Here, there, ev’ry place: Walrus!
Yes, I hate them all.

Tomorrow, I try to write something for a change. That’ll be neat.

I am a million cremated babies taped together. I was taped together by a witch who wanted to prove it could be done. And once she had done it, she threw me out of her window and forgot about me. Since she forgot about me, she had to start over to prove it could be done again. I considered just walking back in to remind her, but decided against it.

Anyway enough of my Secret Origin. As is usual, I don’t have anything to say (a peril of having a meaningless existence) but I’m going to say stuff anyway. Let’s see….

* Eventually, I hope to own a spaceship. If it is one that I can shrink to about the size of a toy spaceship and then ride around in, I would be even happier.

* I’ve been buying about one of those Set For Life lottery tickets a month for like a year now. I’m that desperate. So far, I am not set for life.

* I noticed today that there’s a website for Alumni from my high school. I don’t feel like signing up now, but maybe someday.

* I can’t think of a way to prove I’m not an alien spy who has undergone hypnosis to think he’s one of the native population.

* Moreover is a great word.

* That is it for now. I’ll have to go to work and all that. I’m going to try to start, like, writing and drawing and crap again soon, so let’s hope that works out.

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.