I don't have any reefer and it makes me mad.

Cab Calloway "Reefer Man"

I watched a crazy movie last night. It had Anthony Perkins and Tuesday Weld. It was called "Crazy Wild Things". 

I fell asleep.  Let me tell you something. Don't ever fall asleep with Anthony Perkins on your television. Nothing good can come from that. Tuesday Weld was gorgeous, and so was Anthony. He was the perfect mentally ill player. 

I woke up with the worst asthma attack in weeks and had to hit the inhaler. My lungs were like wood. This was at 4 a.m. It's allergies. Stinking allergies.

This afternoon, I could hardly get through the store to score some sushi, baby bellos, and toll house dough.  Tomorrow, it's Coquille St Jaques with puffy potats.

I had just picked up my netflix, "The Queen" and went to mail Benjamin Button back. I mailed them both. I put them both in a mailbox that doesn't have pickup until Monday, too.

It takes four of me to change a light bulb today.

But, enough whining. I love a fine whine, though, don't get me wrong. It's just time for some stupid funny stuff that is not politics.

ROY WOODS