It’s an oldie, so it’s a goodie. I’m exhausted and in that state where everything is funny.

“Oh look, the oven is on fire!” That’s hilarious. I didn’t even consume alcohol or a hit of acid (probably wouldn’t mix well with my bipolar meds).

Haaaaaaa. I should make food and try not to burn up the kitchen.

I would love to have his raincoat.

It reminds me of a Portland phenomenon.