I was gonna write a rap but now I have the flu. And my muse, the Ponta refill guy that tends to show lots of crack when he stocks the machine, has been scare as of late. Woe. Look like all funds will be forwarded to something that will make me sleep.

And more cat food. Karupin has only about a half bag left.

Come one, come all to donate to the Give A Soda foundation. Its one recipient is very thirsty and located by the pop machine in the train station closest to the Blue Fox. He would be grateful and play you a song in compensation. Requests at your own risk.

P.S. Beware the cat if you have strange hair.