I am having company for the weekend, so I will have to get rid of my quasi-obscene desktop wallpaper. I hate when that happens.
Maybe I'll just go black, like my soul, my heart, my future, my t-shirt.
And, my throat is killing me, but the loopy quotient from the Whatever-Quil has worn off, so at least I am able to think and chew gum at the same time, except I don't have any gum.
I am BOZ, with a Z.
Signing off.