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"Babies do not like Black Sabbath jam... babies like Thumbkin - that's their Freebird."




I have no idea what this is. Marie sent it to me. I call it wombat, but I think it's actually the animal kingdom equivalent of the creepy, hook-handed satanish guy from Clash of the Titans. In either case, I enjoy him, and I've decided to call him Jake.

So, it was put to me yesterday that I may have the beginnings of TMJ dysfunction, which would explain the really awful pain in my jaw that's been nagging me this past week. I was asked if I grind my teeth in my sleep, and I realized that it's been long enough since anybody's been here at night to complain about it, that I really have no idea. I don't remember Becca ever mentioning it, but between my kicking, hogging the covers, snoring, and sitting straight up at 4 AM to say things like "I hope heaven has Electric Avenue," it might have just slipped her mind.



This is what I mean when I tell people that I'm an atheist. I'm not devoid of spirituality, I'm just shopping around for the best deals.



What's the world coming to when you can't send a heroin-addicted, pyromaniacal, leprous, nuclear-powered komodo dragon and his prize-winning overripe bananas in the post? I blame Terrorism.