1. Please bid a fond farewell to my fat fish Fozzie, as he has shuffled off this mortal coil. He received a respectful toileting early this afternoon. Which is kind of sad, because now from time to time I'll find myself in the bathroom wondering if he's doing ok down there. And then I have to think to myself, "he's dead, you idiot, and you sent his corpse down to rot in a system of human waste and tiny crocodiles". And that makes me sad.
2. If for some reason you should find yourself in North Carolina this weekend, come see the Messiah. It has me in it.
3. Last night my lazy nerve was a-painin' me, so I went on a walk with Big Jon. When I mentioned the existence of the lazy nerve and what makes it go off, he turned to me and said "isn't that called sciatica?". According to the Internet, it is! According to that website, I need surgery! w00t!