Nothing A 2ft Long Plecostomus Can't Handle

For some reason I always have recurring dreams involving faulty elevators and dirty fish tanks. Though never do the two appear in the same dream together. I wonder why that is.

How much will any of you charge to rub the back of my leg for me? Or just walk on it like super hard or somthin'? I think I may have really wrenched it awful in the back of my right knee yesterday. It was feeling a little sore at work last night, and then suddenly it just exploded into pain like either a giant muscle spasm or a pinched nerve, and I ended up not being able to hardly walk for about an hour afterward. It lessened a tad after awhile but I was still dragging it around with me like a dead limb all evening, and it's still hurting again today. Not as bad as yesterday, but still a terrible case of the ouchies. I'll be able to work today, albeit not unlike a tortoise. Hope nobody holds any particularly high expectations of me this afternoon.

Now in a Homeland Security report: I think the mailman may be stealing my porn.

And in semi-related news, Molly Ivins on The White House playing "gee, it was just here a minute ago" with John Roberts' public records.