It’s funny, this old weather. How in two days it can go from cold and rainy to supersunny and so hot that I can barely do anything but lounge in the sun like a penguin on the run.

If only I had something cold to drink. But we all know that it is against my religious beliefs to store drinkable liquids in my apartment. I will just have to go thirsty.

I did get something to drink at my parents’ house, though. Went for dinner. A nice ham. Good times. The second CD of the Highwaymen present is not working. I will have to make a new one. Repairman Plume. I am much like Jack from Lost. I will fix you. At this point I would like to abandon consequent thoughts and shut down the writing process for today. Amen.

Guess who is back? The sun is back, is who is back. Hot summer weather. I feel like I should be partying at Bikini Beach. Unfortunately my old bikinis don’t fit anymore.

Other than that there is, per grand tradition, not much going on. Reading Stephen King’s Danse Macabre. Watching old SNLs and The Middleman. Playing Assassin’s Creed. Sleeping. I can’t even go hunting penguins, they always hide when it’s this hot out.

I’m going to go eat ice cream and watch Best of Eddie Murphy. Meanwhile you can entertain yourself with a goat video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fq6p_TJL1L8. I brought some old bread for the goats, and they were quite delighted. It’s always fun to stir up a frenzy.

Three short paragraphs. That’s better than nothing.