My Monday isn’t so much manic as it is sleepy, dragging and kind of numbing. There is nothing going on right now – no fun packages in the mail; no shocking or hilarious incidents to regale you with. I am tired because I didn’t sleep well last night. I am looking forward to my Death Pasta leftovers for lunch, although it means I will be smelly for the rest of the day.

I have very exciting things coming in the mail; I am disappointed that none of them arrived this morning.

Here is a Dali-esq picture of Hunter S. Thompson. Perhaps it will blow your mind:

is your mind not blown?

Here is a fake panorama of my desk:

click for embiggening

Wake me when it’s time to go home.