Women who love pigs should be commended.

I like pigs. Fun to be around. I'm sorry if you see any extended pig references soon.

I've been rolling around in laziness, like a pig may do if it only had mud in order to clean itself, and not say the cleansing essence of a cleaning product. Isn't laziness also a sin?

In gaming hell, you will grow to hate goombas.

I've been playing Super Mario Brothers, and it is fiendishly difficult. Don't let the word super fool you; there is nothing super about having to play the same goddamn level over and over and over until long after the batteries have run out, keeping the console powered purely by the gamers own self-loathing and lack of social life. Satan himself, in all his munificent glory, could not have conjured quite so a difficult yet superficially easy sort of setup. It is my belief that Satan has appropriated this setup, and Hell consists of trying to find your beloved, only to be foiled by cannons. Cannons firing intelligent bullets. And Lakitu is gods second hand man, raining fiery death from above, all the while disguising it as 'eggs', bearing their nutritious load. Which is a lie. A shiny, spiky, baldfaced lie.

'Pig race?'
'Dance marathon.'
'I was close.'

Gripping with both hands, he pushed and pulled until the spiral pathway opened, leading to the downfall of us all.

The weather is changing. It's pleasanter now. It will be conducive to getting up, and hopefully, study. I have done too well in certain things to my liking. It's traitorous.

Sleep is seriously overrated. But only there will the Kings of Tarshish bring gifts. Criminal I tells ya. I like gifts. Especially unbidden ones. I will go now and commiserate, getting some small comfort that chocolate is plentiful, coffee is fairer and whatever happens, people will still yell at each other over something petty.