I always hoped I would find something more constructive to say with my weblog than “man, Hot Pockets suck,” but man, do Hot Pockets suck. From a distance, they almost look edible, but do not be misled. They are not food. They are evil. Evil, I says! I have got to start bringing my lunch to work.

Tuesdays, too. While not as bad as Mondays, I don’t think you should have to commit yourself to the week in earnest until at least three o’clock Wednesday afternoon. There ought to be a law. How about it, Congress?

Mondays really should be optional.

Sometimes, it’s okay to fail. A welcome reminder on a day when I feel like I already have.

It’s never 5 o’clock when you need it to be. Time passes slowly when you want it to pass quickly. Therefore, in theory, if you could somehow stop wanting time to pass quickly…it finally would.