Alms House

Hey. I got paid for that translation I did so many moons ago. That is so sweet. And my co-translator dude refused his half of the payment. Which means:

• I am rich
• No I am not
• But the G. Mango automotive and exotic vacation fund is much beefier than it was yesterday
• And I am thankful

HERE'S A DRAWRING

Actually my other car is a transformer, robot in disguise

~g. mango is subject to the agreements and regulations which govern her use

Might as well face it

I'm addicted to Coke.

The dangerously saccharine beverage, that is, not the illicit alkaloid.

Today has been one of those days. I have been tired ever since I woke up, even though I got a healthy amount of sound sleep. I was a walking zombie all day at work today until I went out and procured myself some heavenly, carbonated sweetness. And as soon as the sweet nectar touched my lips (or, rather, as soon as I drained the contents of the can directly into my gullet), I transformed into a normal human being.

I find this disconcerting.

And reading over all this again, I aslo find it unsettling that today's post seems as verbose as an episode of the current season of Gilmore Girls . . . like an obtuse foray into the deep jungles of a Rogets Thesaurus . . . like a word-a-day special.

But what do I care? I have found the elixir of the life!