Wednesday, February 7, 2018

My house is now in a state of perfect balance with the universe. It's what the aliens call "Perfect Balance with the Universe". It's a rare occurrence that happens only when all of the balancing planets from here to the middle of Andromeda are perfectly in tune with each other. No more than once a week. Well except for the second Thursday in August. It always occurs on the second Thursday in August. Nobody knows why. A small delegation from the planet Prozac 4 traveled across the Galaxy to visit the All-Knowing All-Seeing Trash Can Lid of Ramidus. They presented the question to him. He said, and I quote "How the hell am I supposed to know that you morons. I'm a damn trash can lid" After that the question was deemed to be unknowable and was never ask again. I think I may have wandered off of the subject here. What were we talking about? Oh yeah, my house being in perfect balance with the universe. It's either that or I'm reading way too damn much into my inside outside thermometers.

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