The incompetence of my neighborhood mailman is outrageous.

Bring me my mail! Snail mail has never been so true to me.

Nap Time

During my nap today, I dreamed that Bill Cosby and Dr. House were conspiring to kill me. They got the hospital guard to take the 18-wheeler I was driving so that I was left alone with them. They had a weird shaped knife, which I pretty sure doesn't exist. I took it from House, but when he asked for it back, I simply handed it back to him. Then I grabbed it back after he reminded me that it was a stupid thing for me to do in giving him the knife back. Finally, a doctor from Scrubs walked in and informed me that I had passed the test and I meet the requirements to continue living.

Thank God.