If only I could type that, it would make a great..

Family Guy, followed by an odd Family Guy -type show, followed by more Family Guy, followed by Dexter and then Californication…

All that means, I have nothing to write about. And what little I did have, has gone away in a swirl of entertainment.

I wonder what flavour entertainment is? My brain says strawberry. Although that’s not that tasty. I saw these yogurt-type things the other day that were caramel and something… probably vanilla… man those looked tasty. Wish I had bought them, rather than just looked at them and walked away.

My elbow is itchy. Now my other one is too! It’s a conspiracy!!

I forgot to do a video of Jake while it was light. Which means we probably won’t get one done until next weekend. Because when I see him during the daylight hours, he is odd and sweaty looking. Or maybe odd looking and sweaty? Or just all those things rolled into one awesome man with a sometimes odd stench.

Rations of potatoes and monkeys of straw, all rolled into a banana of jam. Dancing lightly through the waving packet of paper in a high up closet drawer. Ticket mayonaise for all eternity.

Maybe I shouldn’t let my mind wander too far away…

Jake makes awesome noises of weird. They would make great titles if they could be translated into letters. Titles need to be able to hold the word title, though. It seems odd that the one word that wouldn’t fit is the word that is what it is.