CALL ME TIRED
Yesterday, the TunaU newspaper reported on the twenty-one hour read-aloud-athon of that thrilling blubberriffic classic, Moby Dick. That's pretty much how my day has been -- a twenty-one hour read-aloud-athon of quite possibly the dullest, ramblingest book in the vast, rich history of whale literature. Just as long, just as dull, and just as hallucinatory right around hour seventeen.
I'm hoping my tomorrow will be something closer to a twenty-one minute skimming of Entertainment Weekly. Meanwhile, as I toddle off to bed, I am wondering how on earth (as mentioned several times during the Westminster Dog Show) a dog can have a "good sense of humor."
I mean, Does it tell jokes?
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