Hey, space case! You forgot to take the mail down again!
Behind my eyes last night: Nothing but pain. I hate having a headache. This morning I woke up early and as I was going back to sleep I saw my classes.
Bob and Tom show this morning had a song: "Dear Santa:"
Dear Santa: This is Jessica from Aspen.
I want a Barbie Townhouse with the electric car and all the pretty outfits and some matching outfits for me...
Dear Santa: This is
So I can stop drinking my own urine.
...And so on.
The kid from North Chicago wants a G.I. Joe with all the accessories and the mini-grenade launcher.
The kid from Laos wants a grenade launcher.
Dear Santa: I want a stick. So I can burn it to keep warm.
There's a deep and meaningful point to this, but I don't have to belabour it. Back to class.