In a philosophical mood today, wondering how our ancestor ever managed to go to the bathroom despite never owning an iPad.

I always liked the story about the agnostic dyslectic insomniac who lays awake at night wondering if there is a Dog. Now I realize this is me, except the dyslectic part.

As far as nose hair is concerned. I think I am only now reaching my prime.

Turns out that telling yourself you are happy is exactly the same as being happy. So… I am happy. I am also tall.