Ptown: I came here to get my shit together, but thus far my shit refuses to be got. I need my own personal motivational speaker, maybe a pocket-sized doctor Phil clone. Actually, that's a bad idea, because I might forget to feed him, or sit on him, or something else really bad. However, for the most part, the Bebop report shows a forecast of lows in tolerability and highs in genuinely pleasurable experiences. The barometer is showing a great deal of pressure: get a job, don't forget your homework, meet more people: shut up ye weathermen. P.S. I have an interview at the zoo next Wednesday. I want to be a cashier at the zoo store and sell plush elephants so bad. So bad.
Kelin mailed to me the best squid. He is blue, and crocheted, and has a bow-tie. Sid is the best squid. A-plus, Sid.
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