Today tastes like a root beer float in the hundred and ten degree weather. You have a fleeting impression of sweetness and cold, and than it's gone and all you have in your hands is a soggy wax cup.
I'm stealing minutes here and there to try and give some balance to my life. I thought I should find a photo of a Chinese juggler with his plates, Photoshop it up with the words, "I don't even have time for a stupid QUIZ!" and post him here.
Imagine that for me, would you??? Thanks.