Rain still tumbles and shoots squadron-like, downward pelting, ruining your legs and head, mainly. I am needing to refill my powder packet in order to avoid the shakes that plague my squishy hands. Let's hope Doktor Wyrd will hook me up with the meds I require.
My palms are sweating like room temperature butter-pats today, I am using this heinous goo as a low-fat spread on my toast points. There are so many alternatives to butter, in case you didn't realize it. Today is for pro-action, depth preprarations, something else, I forget.
Many strong wishes to you today. May your inner ear contain soothing reminders of your self-worth.
One last thing - astronaut ice cream. Does anyone know where I can buy it?