I'M SITTING HERE AT MY DESK AND THERE IS A FORK IN FRONT OF ME WITH A QUARTER RESTING ON THE PRONGS. I DIDN'T PUT IT THERE AND FOR THE LIFE OF ME I CAN'T THINK OF HOW IT CAME TO BE LIKE THIS, BUT THERE IT SITS.

I'M TIRED. AND I DON'T FEEL WELL, WHICH I SUPPOSE ARE TWO THINGS THAT DON'T CONTRIBUTE TO THE BEST OF MOODS. THINK THE FORK AND THE QUARTER MIGHT ARE MORE CONTENT AT THE MOMENT THAN I AM.

MY DOG DOESN'T LIKE TO HAVE HIS NAILS CLIPPED, WHICH MEANS THAT HE HAS REALLY LONG NAILS THAT TEND TO UNINTENTIONALLY SCRATCH WHEN HE GETS REALLY EXCITED. I WONDER IF HE WILL EVER LET ME CUT THEM.

I HAVE THREE WOODEN BACK SCRATCHERS. ONE OF THEM IS AT WORK AND TWO OF THEM ARE AT HOME. MAYBE I SHOULD TEACH PACEY, MY DOG, TO SCRATCH MY BACK, THEN I CAN GET RID OF THEM.

I COLLECT OLD CAMERA'S, THAT IS WHEN THEY ARE AFFORDABLE. TODAY WHILE WALKING HOME FROM THE DOG PARK I FOUND AN 8 MM PROJECTOR ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD, SO I TOOK IT HOME.

MY WIFE THINKS THAT I HAVE TOO MUCH STUFF, WHICH TO BE HONEST IS TRUE. I HATE TO THINK OF MYSELF AS MATERIALISTIC, I WISH I DIDN'T HAVE SENTIMENTAL ATTACHMENT TO THINGS.

GOOD NIGHT.