Men’s deodorant is confusing. Yesterday, in an attempt to be helpful, I picked up not one but TWO different kinds of men’s deodorant for Ed. Naturally, they both turned out to be utterly wrong. Why is deodorant so complicated? Why is this the third entry I’ve written on deodorant within the last two months? If I were a pundit, I would make some sort of crack about something stinking but alas, I am just not that clever.

I woke up with a fantastic headache. I’m a little worse for wear this morning, but Cheddar is distracting me by being disarmingly cute. Also, the mailman has been playing ketchup and is delivering me outstanding goods at a rate of two per day – this morning I received another fancy gift from Nintendo and a package full of Christmas gifts for various people that I am quite excited about. If my head didn’t hurt so much and I wasn’t so unequivocally, spasmodically unemployed, I would be really quite upbeat about it all.

Lastly, here are some words.

coaxial: there was something i was going to ask you
Kimli: i’m already married
coaxial: dang
coaxial: what are your feelings on monogramy
coaxial: whatever that is
Kimli: it’s a single letter sewn into your clothes
Kimli: like the scarlet letter
coaxial: i see
coaxial: not as awesome as I’d imagined
Kimli: well, the scarlet letter is because you’re a shameless whore
Kimli: so it’s not all bad
coaxial: sweet

The concept of “monogramy” makes me laugh, a lot.