I don't feel good. Haven't all day. David is out of ideas, as am I. I need to fold laundry. Correction. We need to fold laundry. We just ate milkshakes. Is 10:00 too early to go to bed? Ramble ramble ramble Blah. We call our geranium the Alien. I am not sure why. I can see 13 bottles of Coke from where I am sitting. I'm afraid this is as good of a post as you are going to get today. At least it is something right?