The bloom is off the rose. Mongo is now bored with the nummy tuna-chewy drug bombs. I put one down in front of him, he looks at me as if to say "A nummy tuna-chewy drug bomb. Snore snore." And walks away. This is not good.

I'm selling a bunch of books on Amazon -- 38 to be exact. Two have already been snapped up. Huzzah! This won't exactly replace my salary, but every little bit helps. Now I have to go through my CDs to find the ones I just don't listen to anymore.