I have a desperate desire to be cleverer than I’ve been lately. However, I haven’t been able to muster the cleverosity. Or is it the cleverioty. I don’t know. Sigh.

I think I have ennui. I hope I don’t die.

Listening to the Tiki Tones helps with the ennui. However, I'm afraid it also makes me want to don some baggies and hit the surf. Sadly, if I did that it might cause planes to crash because of my blinding white skin. I go out in the sun to take the blue out of my skin . . .

Damn Irish genes.