Yay, Hump Day.

Soooooooome people say a man is made out of mud.
A poor man’s made out of muscle and blood–
Muscle and blood and skin and bone,
A mind that’s weak and a back that’s strong.

Hump day, like a strip mall, has a sadly misleading name.

What I was thinking this morning, when I got up, was “how the hell is it only Wednesday?” It feels like it should be Thursday, at least.

I haven’t done any humping yet. But it’s early still.

I thought you were maybe getting ready for the Hump! Film Festival. Are you entering this year, Inigo?

Repeatedly. And…vigorously.

The fiancee comes home today after spending a week away. So…y’know…yeaaaaaah.

As of right … now! … I am exactly halfway through my work week. It’s all downhill from here!