B.F.M.

I was laying in bed last night, thinking about pens, when I realized that I'm a big fucking moron. Luckily, I could have been thinking about girls, politics, spring water, finances, my job, music, monkey obsession, reading, the US Postal Service, cookware, liquor, hockey, cologne, art, or a variety of other things and I would have come to the same conclusion. Because I am, in fact, a big fucking moron.

Ah well, things could be worse. I'm lucky I live in a country that lets me be a big fucking moron.

Edited to add: On the plus side, it is sloppy joe day.