I spent about ten minutes of my night laughing until I couldn't breathe, it was quite fantastique. Why? An old SNL sketch from the Best of Jimmy Fallon. It probably wasn't that funny, but at that moment it was hysterical. What was it about? Italian wine makers who are great cork soakers. The joke being cork soaker sounds very similar to a... well I think you can manage to get the picture. That is basically what the whole five minute sketch is based around. A dirty, very teenagery/Gen X-y joke. It was great. I have had a long day today. A long, stupid day that just goes to show me: a good weekend begets a terrible week start. So it probably was the best thing for me to laugh until I couldn't breathe, and then laugh some more. I feel better now, much better. Now I am ready to do something, I was thinking of reading Lolita, or Grapes of Wrath, or Crime and Punishment or even... Ulysses. Why? Why at 9:31 PM would I start reading such dense, classic tomes? For I am me, and that's truly how I roll. I hit peak productivity around 9 PM until about 3 AM. Which is why my damn ass piece of shit high school gets in the way of my time, my good reading time, my good movie watchin' time, and my good writin' time. Bastards didn't learn me nuttin'.
Well, I'm off to try and do something, salvage this day. Salvage most days.
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