Typed an easy dozen+ letters for Bosszilla. Listened to him sing while he roamed the office. While his singing isn't awful and it means he's in a good mood, good moods never last.
The Blister broke last night of natural causes. Am now in the Bandaid-raw finger stage.
Must reclean the house. Won't stay clean.
FINISHED READING TWO BOOKS. You wanna know, you gotta go to to GoodReads.
Watched "I, Robot". Eh. Creepy attack robot sequences.
Made chili. Ate chili. Burped delicious chili burps.