I still remember the day I flushed my pet goldfish down the toilet. At first
I felt really bad, but later that same day I nailed our cat’s tongue to the
floor and set fire to my ant farm, so, in retrospect, it didn’t seem like
such a big deal.
I’m all chippper now. Seems my problem was not enough hematite. Now that my
love muffin has bought me a hematite ankh, I should be ship-shape from here on out.
Had lunch with my agent today. I talked about the trouble I was having with
finishing my new book, “100,000,000,000,000 Poems.”